I stretched out on my bed. It was yet another day of work, but at least the view of next door was nice. I changed clothes and grabbed a cup of coffee before heading out the door. I climbed into my old little car, it was green and used and smelled like a gym, but it got me where I needed.
I pulled out of the driveway and drove to the flower shop, being a florist was mad work. And yet again, I was late to get there.
I ran in the door and tossed my apron over my neck as I flipped the sign on the door over to open. Seven in the morning, great, I was only an hour late to open up the shop. At least it was mine, I was the boss, and the only employee due to lack of business, but the place was mine. Hiccup's Flowers. It was an odd line of work, especially since I was the mayor's son, but I prefered arranging flowers rather than running the town.
After a slow morning and then helping an old lady for two hours because picking out which roses she liked best was apparently a challenge. I decide it is time for a lunch break. Which really has no lunch in it, I just look through out the window instead, and stare at the girl who runs the tattoo shop next door.
She is gorgeous. Her name is Astrid, and her job is so much cooler than mine… I love my flower shop, a family friend, Gobber, he first opened it, and then handed it to me. Now he is retired but stops by sometimes, mostly buying some flowers for many of the other gay men he hangs out with.
Gobber is great, and I'm glad he let me take over the flower shop, but him being gay kind of brought on the rumor that I'm gay as well. Which does not help me get a date with a girl.
I gazed at Astrid, she was sitting in a chair, her feet up on the counter, a smoothie in her hand and her nose in a textbook of some sort. She looks so hot today wearing her tank top with the leggings and the spiked leather skirt. She dressed so daringly, especially she wasn't really that tough in a sense, she was known for her charity work and dedication to school, though she was also a champion boxer down at the athletics studio, but that was really the only macho part of her, that and running a tattoo parlor. I wish I could talk to her. I tried once, but I failed and wound up flat on my face on the sidewalk outside her building.
She just looks so gorgeous today. I have to talk to her. This is it. I've got to make a move, what if she already has a boyfriend though? Well all I'm doing is talking, not asking her out, I could bring her some of these daisies, say I brought them to spruce up the tattoo shop, yeah, that's a good excuse.
I take off my apron and put on a grey hoodie. A handful of daisies and a quick glance in the mirror, perfect.
I walk over to her shop and open the door, she stands up and turns to me, ready to greet a customer, instead she sees me.
"Oh… Hey Hiccup, is there a problem?" She asks me and turns to go clean up some things, she always sees me as 'That annoying gay guy.' Which, is not exactly what I need to be viewed as.
"No problem, just uh, I brought you some of these flowers, I thought they would look nice on the counter." I reply and give a stupid smile while holding out the bouquet. She stares at me for a second and then snatches them out of my hand.
"Oh, well, thanks." She says and sets them in a jar on the counter, she removes the pens that were in the jar and then dumps the rest of a half empty bottle of water into the container.
As she turns around she bumps her chair and a textbook falls down. I pick it up for her and read the cover. "Engineering and Physics?" I read out loud.
She takes the books out of my hands and puts it on the counter. "Yeah, it was the only decent other class I could take in school without being unable to graduate. Just one more year of school and then I'm out of there and gone for good. If I can make it through the stupid class."
I glance at the book and then at her. "I could tutor you. I tried to get an engineering degree, I got so close, was at the top of my class, but then I had to drop out." I offer.
She blinks and opens her mouth to reply, but she pauses awkwardly.
"Okay. Sure, I need the help. Why'd you drop out?" She asks and raises an eyebrow.
"No reason… So, this Saturday, my house, we'll go over what we need to." I say quickly.
"Sounds good, I'll be there. I'm assuming you are talking about your dad's place?" She asks me.
"Yup, you know the address. See you then." I reply and walk out the door. After safely returning to the flower shop, I jump up and down. Where did that come from?! I've never been able to say more than three words to her, now I'm helping her with school!
Astrid stands there, where he just was. This was weird. This was WRONG. She should not be getting help in school from the gay mayor's son, it sounds like she can't handle things herself. She's never needed help and school, and now she just agreed to give up a Saturday to be taught physics by a florist. "What is wrong with me!?" She muttered and went back to work.
