It was a sunny June morning in Central City.

Caitlin Snow unlocked the front door of her flower shop, Frosted Blooms, and flipped the open sign, ready to start a new day.

The store had only been in the building for a few weeks. It was quaint, but bright. Wood molding on light blue walls and natural sunlight shined through the large shop window. Flowers were scattered around in glass containers of all sizes, and a wall of ribbons, baskets, and vases created a rainbow of color pleasing to the eye.

After two years of creating arrangements in her apartment, the store was a dream come true.

Her neighbor was nice too.

The men's tailor and haberdashery shop next door, Dressed Wells, was owned by a gentleman named Harrison Wells. He preferred Harry, though.

The day Caitlin opened her shop, he had come over to introduce himself. He had been impeccably dressed, he always was. It was his job after all. That first day he had been in a charcoal gray suit with a black shirt underneath and a navy-blue bow tie. His glasses were sharp looking, and his eyes pierced her. His smile was blinding, his dimples were devasting, and his hair was perfectly coiffed.

Cisco, Caitlin's closest friend and employee, had to remind her to close her mouth once Harry had left that first time.

Now Caitlin was used to Harry coming by, so she didn't have to pick her jaw off the floor each time he popped in to say hello or sweetly drop off coffee. Absolutely she still admired the view, but she was better at hiding it. Their conversations were friendly, sometimes Caitlin thought they were on the verge of flirty, but mostly just friendly. She wouldn't mind if they became something more. She'd admit she harbored a bit of a crush, and Cisco knew it too.

Cisco walked in from the back room to grab some red roses. "That big wedding is Saturday isn't it Caitlin?"

She looked up from the green ribbon she was tying around a tall white vase. "Yes, it is. The bride and groom chose red and yellow flowers."

Cisco's brow furrowed. "Okay… what kind of red and yellow flowers?"

"They didn't care, they just want red and yellow. I picked out red and yellow roses, yellow daffodils, red and yellow tulips, and then some white gardenias to offset the colors. The two centerpieces I've already made are beautiful, if I do say so myself," Caitlin chuckled as she put purple asters in the white vase. "There. The Horton bouquet is finished and perfect."

Cisco carefully grabbed the finished arrangement. "Taking it to the van!" he called as he walked into the back room again.

Caitlin checked off the Horton order in her order book when the cheery chime of the door opening caused her to glance up.

"Good morning, Snow."

"Harry!" Caitlin beamed, "how are you today?"

His suit was black and simple, the black shirt underneath just a tad darker. Classic. He moved his Jitters cup away from his lips and smiled. Not many people got smiles from this man, but Caitlin always did. "I'm quite well, Snow, thank you. How are you?"

Caitlin blew out a breath, "busy. Wedding season and all that. I'm sure you know, dressing the grooms and groomsmen." She smiled before adding, "but busy is good."

Harry nodded. "Indeed. We're quiet this morning, just a few men coming in for ties and cuff links, but I've got multiple fitting appointments later. I figured since we were quiet right now, I'd run over here. I have a favor to ask you."

"Oh?" Caitlin raised an eyebrow. "What do you need?"

Harry cleared his throat. "I know it's late notice, and you have other orders, but I need a large arrangement."

Of all the things he might have asked for, that wasn't what she expected, actually. He'd never needed anything like that before. "Uh, sure. Any particular occasion?"

Harry waved his free hand in dismissal. "No, it's a 'just because' bouquet."

Caitlin scratched that down on one of her order forms. She looked up again. "Any special colors?"

"I trust your judgement, everything you create is beautiful. Design what you want."

She nodded. "Okay, and the card?"

A serene, happy look appeared across Harry's face. "Jesse. Her name is Jesse."

Caitlin's heart dropped at that. Her hand ceased writing.

"Caitlin?" The concern in Harry's usually gruff voice was clear. "Are you okay?"

The disappointment she felt must've shown on her face. She steadied her features into a cheerful expression again. Her smile was wide, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm fine, thank you." She cleared her throat, "okay, so I have free rein?"

"Mmhmm, you do. You make whatever you like, and I'll pay. I'll be back in a few hours after I get dozens of suit measurements finished. Just remember, 'to Jesse'. Thanks so much, Caitlin, can't wait to see what you design." With a dimpled smile and a wave, he was gone. The chime of the bell and Caitlin's thoughts echoed throughout the shop.

"To Jesse," Caitlin sighed. "To Jesse. Yeah." She turned to grab a clear vase and purple ribbon and got to work straight away.

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A few hours later Harry strode in again. Cisco was watering the loose flowers on the shop floor while Caitlin ran back and forth working on the wedding centerpieces for Saturday.

"Hey Harry," Cisco acknowledged when he walked in. "That bouquet for you is right there on the front counter." He gestured to a purple, red, and yellow masterpiece. "Hey Caitlin!" He called. "Harry's here!"

Caitlin walked out with armfuls of white gardenias. Her smile still didn't reach her eyes when she saw him. "Hi Harry." She set the flowers down and stepped behind the counter. "What do you think?"

"They're beautiful. I knew they would be." He handed Caitlin a credit card.

"I'm glad you like them, Harry." She rang up the purchase and handed him his card back.

He put his card back in his wallet before he carefully picked up the vase with both hands. "Hopefully these will put a smile on Jesse's face."

Cisco whistled. "That's the biggest bouquet we've ever made. She must be quite a girl, Harry."

A massive smile spread across Harry's features. "She is. She's the best." Then he was out the door, flowers in hand.

Cisco gave Caitlin a sad look. "Sorry, Caitlin."

She gave him a sad smile in return before she picked up the gardenias again and disappeared into the back room.


I've never written an AU before, but for some reason I just couldn't shake this idea, I loved it. I love flowers, being a florist is actually my dream job, so I'm living vicariously through Caitlin in this story. Lol. This is kind of a classic "Three's Company" misunderstanding type story, you know, I'm sure. I'm currently at the beach on vacation with EXTREMELY spotty WiFi, so I will add the rest of the chapters as soon as I can. Thanks for reading!