Hello! I'm here for my second Little Shop fic. I've taken 25 prompts from the 64 Damn Prompts lists on LiveJournal, and I'm going to be writing disconnected stories based on those 25. Please review and let me know how I did :)

1) 2 A.M.

The pain searing through Audrey's feet was indescribable as she plodded through the rainy streets, a new bruise forming on her cheek and a new scar ripping through her heart. She'd been walking all the night for God, or whatever sick, twisted, puppet master is up there, knows how long. Another man, another date, another night of being used, abused, and dumped somewhere.

If it weren't for the throbbing of her heel-clad feet, she would have been tempted to laugh at her situation; an unfortunate woman walking through a ghetto in the rain at some early hours of the morning? It sounded like the story of a cheap romance novel, where a hero would soon come in to sweep her off her feet.

Yeah right, a hero. You don't meet nice boys on Skid Row. She'd learned that long ago.

But at least she was near her apartment. She couldn't see it just yet, but she could see the flower shop where she spent as many hours as she could. Is that a light on?

She knew she should be rushing toward her bed, ready to remove what was left of her makeup, assess the damage to her face and feet, and sleep as well as she ever did. But she was drawn like a moth to the light in the florist's. Audrey crossed in the center of the tiny street, knowing that no cars would zoom by at that hour.

Surely and strangely enough, light was emitting from her workplace. Audrey walked slowly to the door of the flower shop and, turning the knob, pushed open the door.

A man, who had been sitting in the room, silently attending a plant, jumped 50 feet high when he heard the clank of her heels against the linoleum tile. "Seymour?" Audrey quietly asked, shielding her face from his gaze

"Audrey!" the bespeckled little man cried. "Wh-wh-what are you doing here?" he stuttered, both surprised by her sudden arrival and excited but nervous by her mere presence.

"Oh, yanno," she started, her voice barely above a whisper, "date tonight." She slowly raised her head, revealing the fist-shaped bruise on her cheek, the smudged, running makeup, the matted hair. Seymour looked on, his eyes betraying his thoughts: he was shocked, scared, and angry, that someone would do this to her.

Tentatively, he crossed to Audrey, leading her to the chair on the other end of the room. She sat, and he knelt down beside her. Neither spoke for several long moments; Audrey could not find the words, and Seymour couldn't find the courage.

Finally, at long last, Seymour opened his mouth and quietly told her, "You still look beautiful," as his big brown eyes met her big green ones. She smiled and blushed, wishing with all her heart she deserved and as he wished with all his that he were brave enough to truly love her.

She fell in love with Seymour at 2 A.M.

He named his new plant at 2 A.M.: Audrey II.

End note: Not too sure how I feel about this, but I'm trying to get the ball rolling here. I'll probably be editing it, but please review or inbox me so I can improve :)
Also, random fact: even though it's not said, I imagined this particular date as Audrey's first abusive date with Orin.