A/N: I guess this isn't a straight out lie, but it's somewhat close. Eddie needs moar love...I just butchered this, didn't I?

Lying by Obsolete Signage - previous information that is no longer valid, making it false to continue using it.

This was it. The last straw. I was ready to snap.

After slaving in this damned florist's shop since opening today, since my co-worker didn't bother to show up or even acknowledge whether she'd be there or not and therefore making me work over time, this portly, smug lady who could barely even fit through the door comes in saying that she received the wrong bouquet. What was the problem? Oh, right...APPARENTLY ONE ROSE WAS ORANGE AND NOT YELLOW ENOUGH FOR HER!

To make my side clear, I tried explaining to her that it was a double-toned rose, and that it was a speciality, but she just turned around and told me that I was colour-blind. How dare she...? I told her that she could take her OCD and her colour-blindness and shove it up wherever she pleased.

Obviously that didn't sit well with her. She asked for my boss' number, which I had to give to her. Now, I had just been to be fired by my boss. It was a perfect way to end this oh-so-wonderful day...not.

"Fuck this job, fuck that lady, fuck these flowers" Taking a breath, I continued muttering curses under my breath, as I undid my apron. I was done with this damn place. I was going to-

I heard someone clear their throat, louder than necessary, in order to get my attention. Turning around, I snapped "What? I'm off-du-"

But before I could finish what I was saying, I stopped. In front of me was a guy with glasses. Messy blond hair almost fell into his eyes, and-

He cleared his throat once again, as if he sort of realised that I was sub-consciously checking him out. I hope he didn't, though. Forced out of my semi-daydream, I looked up to meet his deep green eyes. (A/N Yes, I prefer Eddie to have green eyes. Deal with it )

"I...erm...would you be able to help me?"

"Y-Yes...how may I help you?" I managed to stammer out

"I..." he looked down at the piece of paper that he was holding. "I need...a bouquet of flowers. For a lady."

Damn. I knew it. All the cute guys are always taken.

He continued. "My boss...he'd wanted to give his girlfriend some flowers...but he couldn't come to order them, so he sent me."

I wrinkled my nose in distaste. "Well, that sucks. Shouldn't he be the one buy flowers for his girl, and not send his boss?" The man just shrugged, ever so slightly. "Boss is...he can be... unpredictable."

I nodded. "All right, then. Did he tell you what he exactly wanted?"

He shook his head. "The note just says...sunflowers, but I don't see any here."

"Sunflowers, eh?" I frowned. "Well, that's because they're out of season, but I'm sure we can work to something, right?"

A half-smile graced his face. "Right." He nodded, and I felt my heart suddenly lurch, in the strangest way, in my chest.

Shaking my head ever so slightly, so that I wouldn't end up just plain out staring at him again, I started to speak. "Uhh...do you...know anything about this girl?"

He shook his head silently. I raised an eyebrow, amused. "You've come here to buy flowers for a girl who you don't know anything about...either you're really experienced with this, or you've never done it before." He blushed at the latter slightly, and I couldn't help but smile. How adorable was this guy, really? To prevent myself from blushing, I quickly turned around, and looked at all the pre-made bouquets that lined the rack now in front of me. A particular one that I'd made just a while ago caught my eye, and I smiled, picking it up.

"How about this one?" I asked, holding the bouquet out for him to inspect closer. "Orchids, which symbolise rare beauty and roses, which symbolise love. And they're both red, which brings in the passion aspect just right. And the little jasmines in between mean that I'll be there for you always. Almost perfect, huh?"

"More than perfect." He almost whispered, looking straight at me as he took the bouquet from my hands. I could feel my cheeks heating up, as his fingers gently brushed mine-

"[NAME]! I THOUGHT I'D FIRED YOU! WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE!" My boss exclaimed as he looked through the back door. The guy I was talking to looked embarrassed, as his eyes widened as there was more than a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Y-You...don't work here?"

Clearly blushing by now, I sub-consciously bit my lip. "Ahh...well...I'd been fired for about a couple of minutes before you came."

"Mister...do you want those?" My boss asked him, pointing to the flowers.

"I'll...be off, then." I mumbled as I quickly turned around and strode out, all of a sudden under an attack of shyness.

"N-No! Don't!" he exclaimed, all of a sudden, making me turn around just outside the door, surprised. He hastily paid for the flowers and scribbled down the address for delivery. Running a hand through his hair and looking terribly flustered (and cute, might I add), he stopped beside me.

"I...erm...he also wanted me to buy some chocolates...so-"

"I could help you with that, Mister..." I interrupted him. I mentally slapping myself for being so bold, but maybe it was just me, or he looked partially relieved.

"Eduard." He gave me that half-smile again, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"[Name]" I said. "Nice to meet you, Eduard."