Disclaimer : last time I check , I have boobs and can't draw . So of coure , we all know what it means

There 's a new florist shop in his neighborhood .Souma's walked past it a few times already , but he's never really it . His restaurant has been very busy lately . Besides , he's not that fond of flowers.

But today, he finds himself in front of the little shop . The reason is simple : today's Nikumi's birthday .And since he doesn't know what to give her ,he thinks some flowers would be fine .

So, he enters the flower shop :" Garden of happiness ", or so the sign says . Souma hears a crash and a little "Ouch " right when he pushes open the door .

He looks around for the sight of anyone , but all the young man sees is flowers . A lot of them . All of them are beautiful , and all are arranged in a way that makes each pops out and still balances the whole picture . Even with his unpracticed ( and uncare ) eyes ,Souma can see the beauty and the delicacy lies in the arrangement .Hm he muses ,,the person who does this must be very dedicated to the shop .

Right then , a small whimper catches his attention . It comes from behind the encounter . Souma walks past the flowers ,careful not to touch them .

When he gets to the encounter ,he's a bit surprised with what he sees . A young woman's sitting on the floor , her blue hair so dark that he almost mistakes it with black ,and he face 's smeared with dirt . She's probably planting a hydrangea into a new pot , he realizes . There's dirt and pieces of a shattered pot around her .Ah.

The woman seems to be so immersed in her own work that she hasn't yet realized Souma's presence .So he clears his throat .

Immediately , he's greeted with golden eyes , just like his own . but different . They are softer , and lighter than his . And they have more , much more kindness and love than his .Actually , than anyone can ever has

Those eyes looks at him for another moment , until the owner of the said eyes realizes what he's here for . She blushes , and standing up immediately :

_ Ah ! I-I'm sorry .It's just that -you know – I col-couldn't hear you – I'm sorry , really sor-

_Pfft .

Hearing his snort , her face's even redder , if that's possible .This woman is really funny . He waves is hand and smiles :

_It's okay ,you don't have to apologize too much like that .I get it . So , let's start again , shall we ? I'm Souma .

There's still red tinges on her face , but she smiles :

_I'm Megumi

So , okay . Some little bonding time , eh ? Just kidding . Right now I'm here to say ( write ,technically . But , whatever . I don't know ) that I'm terribly sorry for any mistake I've made . I'm not making excuses . It's just that English is not my mother tounge , and I'm just 15 , for God's sake ! I can't control what I'm doing right now ! Agghhh! Anyway , I'm sorry . This is my first fanfic ever , and I just to love this ship to not write smt about them (I know. Guilty as charge ) . But , thank you . For reading this humble fic , and ,well, toralate with it . Thank you .

Well then , see you next time ( if there is one) !

Bluelily

Promt : #Where Megumi's a florist and Souma's well a chef #They are too adorable *queal*