"Slow as always." Blake sighed as she leaned on her elbows and looked at the crowd moving around her flower stand.
She would like to read a book to pass the time, but the last time she tried that her mother chewed her out for it. There was one exception and Blake was almost bored enough to do it. Blake glanced at the old, thick, book that sat beside the register. She read the tittle, Flowers and their Meanings. Blake looked up at the midday crowd on main street, no one ever bought flowers midday on a Monday.
Blake dragged the book closer and opened to the title page. A painting that showed a field of Daffodils with the title of the book in a swirling font. Why daffodils? The thought briefly danced across Blake's mind. She flipped a few pages to the first flower and found her answer. A single daffodil was painted on the outside of the left page with text that followed the out line of the image.
The Daffodil
The yellow flower that most commonly symbolized rebirth and new beginnings. It also symbolizes unrequited love, the desire of the giver to the recipient that none other can replace them. The daffodil is the birth flower of march as well.
Kingdom
Plantae
Division
Magnoliophyta
Class
Lilliopsida
Order
Liliales
Family
Amaryllidaceae
Genus
Narcissus
Blake sighed and looked up from the book. The collection of yellow flowers at the other end of the stall caught her eyes. New beginnings, huh? Blake thought boredly at the few dozen yellow flowers in black basins with a little water. Wonder why? Blake looked down at the limited text next to the image to find the meanings origin. The rest was flavor text and a short story, about the size of a small paragraph, about the flower.
Blake looked back to the crowd, it had thinned drastically to only the odd person or small group. The midday rush had ended. Blake glanced past the daffodils the to the restaurant to the side and saw an exhausted brunet lean against the railing of the out door seating section, Velvet. The girl hated dealing with people which made Blake wonder why she wanted to be a waitress.
"Excuse me?" A small voice drew Blake's attention back forward to where the crowd was.
She saw a short girl with red and black hair and silver eyes. She wore a red hoodie that faded to black at her hips, rose vines rose from the hem with crimson roses blooming. Her red and black layered tulle skirt ended just above her knees. Grey leggings continued to red converse.
Thats a lot of red. Blake thought.
"Hi, how can I help you." Blake asked politely with a blank expression.
"I was wondering if you can tell me the meaning of any of theses flower." She smiled up like a puppy begging for a treat.
"Uh..." Blake's eyes darted between the girl, the book, and the daffodils. "The yellow ones on the end, the daffodils. They mean rebirth, new beginnings, and unrequited love. Would you like to buy a few or maybe something else?"
"Ruby!" Some yield before the girl could respond.
"Sorry gotta go." She raised her hand apologetically as she ran off towards the person who called for her.
Ruby, is that her name? Blake thought momentarily as the girl ran off. What a weird girl.
Blake looked back over to the restaurant and saw Velvet looking back. The brunet gave Blake a quick wave before she went back into the building.