Phil woke up before his alarm, which only happened when he was excited or anxious for an event.

And Phil was anxious. Very, very anxious.

Today was the day. Today was the day someone started their tattoo parlor next to his florist shop. He wasn't ready for the competition. Not at all.

His blue eyes gazed his bedroom as he tried to push the image of the newcomer back to his head. Heather's description of him scared Phil half to death.

The florist slid out of his bed, turning on his phone to turn off the alarm for this morning. He yawned as he placed his phone back on his nightstand and slid his glasses on. He began to search through his colorful closet of clothes, making a small sound of joy once he found the one he wanted to wear today.

He took a pair of black jeans and his blue with black hearts button-up and folded them up, carrying them to his bathroom. Once he made it to the dark room, he flicked the light on and locked the door behind him.

His blue eyes met another pair in the mirror and for once in about eight hours, Phil saw what he looked like. He snorted. Messy quiff and tired bags hiding being glasses, nice. He turned around, meeting his shower.

Pushing his shower curtains to the left of him, Phil reached over and turned the handle to the right, causing water from the shower head to come out. He made a surprised sound once he felt the water and yanked his now wet arm back from the shower. Chuckling at himself lightly, he backed up, stripping himself nude.

The chill air hit his body as he took his clothes off, causing him to draw in his breath sharply. He neatly folded up his clothes and placed them on the counter behind him, next to the outfit he chose for the day. He faced his shower once again and stepped in.

The cold water hit phil's hair first, causing him to yelp slightly. He didn't realize the water was that cold. He quickly turned the handle a bit to the right, causing the water to heat up to the temperature Phil wanted. He chuckled at himself as he began to run his hands through his hair.

As Phil was showering, he felt as he was being rushed. Something told him that if he didn't hurry, he would make a bad first impression on the new comer by showing up to work late even though it was only 8:30-ish.

He rushed anyways.

•••

Phil was examining himself in the mirror one last time before he left his little home. He ran his hands through his hair, fixed his shirt, and adjusted his pants countless times only because he wanted to look perfect for the new person. He always felt this anxious when it came to these scenarios.

He walked out of his room, shutting off the light and closing the door. He walked through his hallway, adjusting his shirt here and there. Once he made it to the lounge, he walked over to the door. He turned to his right and grabbed a pair of keys sitting up on a shelf. He quickly walked back to the door and unlocked it, opening it to reveal that wonderful flower smell. He chuckled lightly, closing and locking the door behind him before making his way down the stairs.

Phil smiled once he reached the bottom of the stairs, walking up to the desk. He quickly grabbed a clipboard and flicked the light switch on, examining his beautiful flowers. He began to walk towards the window to the right of the shop. Once he made it there, he pulled open the blinds to reveal the building that was soon going to be full of tattooist next to his shop. Sighing lightly, he imagined what it would be like to see that building full of punk looking people. Almost no one would come for his flowers. Phil was terrified. He might go bankrupt.

The sound of a door unlocking behind him brought him back to reality. Phil quickly turned around to see Heather opening the door. He watched as she hung her purse up in the coat hanged next to the entrance as she was texting someone. "Good morning!" Phil said, causing the brunette to look up from her phone.

"You're up!" Heather said back, smiling lightly. She adjusted her teal dress she was wearing as she quickly slid her phone into her purse. She then walked off to the cash register to quickly take morning inventory.

Phil gave a small grin as he kept opening all the blinds around the small shop. Once he was finished, he began to look at the small roses in the corner he was in. He noticed they were just a little wilting, which made him frown. As he walked over to get the hose, he began to yawn. Heather seemed to notice.

"Did you get any sleep, Phil?"

"I may or may not have woken up at four and sat in the bed until six." Phil chuckled lightly.

Heather only sighed in response. "There's nothing to worry about." She mumbled while watching Phil grab the hose and walk back over to his favorite flowers.

"I'm afraid the audience around here is going to change. We won't make as much. We might go..." Phil trailed off, switching the hose switch to a softer spray.

Heather got the idea. "Phil, there's a lot of people out there who get tons of tattoos, but love nature and animals and cute things." She tried to reassured him.

Phil nodded. "There's also tons of people who get tattoos and thinks murder is cool as well." He mumbled.

This caused Heather to laugh. "Think positive, Phil." She smiled at him, checking her watch. She began to walk over to the door to switch the closed sign to open. Once she did, she walked back over to Phil, who was lightly watering his flowers. Once she was behind him, she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, smiling at him brightly once he looked down at her.

Phil smiled lightly back, making a small nod of his head. "Right, positive." He mumbled back, turning the hose off. He quickly set it up against the wall and walked back to the cash register.

As soon as he did, the sound of a loud moving truck made him look back up. Oh no...

He knew exactly what is was. He checked the time as fast as he could as the truck stopped to the building next to him, The time was 10:45. They came earlier than he thought, but they were here.

Phil's mind was heavy with thoughts. What will he look like? Are they nice? Will i still be able to have my own company?

He was too worried to notice Heather waving a hand in his face, Once he did, he snapped his head towards her. She was pointing at a customer. As Phil nodded and made his way over to the middle aged blonde, he saw Heather mouth, "Stay positive!"

•••

The time was now close to noon. Phil looked out the window, sighing quietly as he glanced over to see Heather taking care of an American tourist who was really attracted to the forget-me-nots. He smiled as he watched his coworker give the tourist their change back and waved bye politely. Phil was glad he hired her. She always brought a positive light to the place.

He turned his head back to the window, giving all his attention to the building next to him. He frowned lightly. It's been an hour and no one has come to open the shop up yet. As soon as he began to pour about this, Phil rolled his eyes, remembering that it took his about a week to open up his floristry.

Heather seemed to read his thoughts from four feet away. "Give them time, Phil." She giggled out, laughing even more when Phil turned around, his cheeks flaring up.

"I-I know! It's just- I can't wait, honestly." Phil mumbled out the last part, looking at the ground. Impatience was a habit of his.

Heather only snorted. "They'll probably be here tomorrow to scope the place out."

"Right. Tomorrow. To scope the place out."

"And maybe to threaten us to quit."

"And threten us to-wait, what?! Heather," Phil's voice cracked with worry as he turned to the younger lady. "They won't really do that, will they?"

Heather shrugged, smiling glumly. "You never know, Phillip."

Phil shook his head. "They can't, they won't!" The sound of his coworker laughing made him flare up again. He turned to the laughing girl again, shaking his head. "T-this is serious! They could kick us out!"

"Yeah, but they won't. Phil, listen," Heather began, striding over to the raven haired man, "no one can kick us out. We're making excellent money!" She began to reassure him.

"Maybe," Phil mumbled, but he didn't sound too reassured.

Heather gave him a small smile. "Come on, let's ignore that truck and finish the day up, alright?"

Phil was silent, but he went off to assist a customer that just walked in anyways.

•••

The sound of the last customer leaving caused Phil to look up from the cash register. His blue eyes danced around the shop as he watched Heather walk over to quickly flip the sign to "Closed".

"We did good today, Phil!" Heather sang as she grabbed her bag from the coat hanger. She adjusted her dress and walked back over to where Phil was to take inventory.

Phil gave a small smile, nodding. "We did, didn't we?" He asked, chuckling lightly. "You did good today, Heather."

Heather's tan cheeks flared a slight red, "R-really?! Thank you so much, Phil!" She said happily.

Phil chuckled at her changed attitude lightly. She looked down shyly once she caught him. This caused a small silence towards the two until Heather broke it.

"Phil?"

"Heather?"

"Yesterday, you said we could make a time to do something together, so I was thinking about it and..." She trailed off, twisting a strand of her hair in her fingers.

Phil looked at her, oblivious to what she was trying to hint at. "Right. What would you like to do?"

"Maybe we could go out for dinner together next weekend?" She asked him, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones for a split second before she looked away, lowering her voice as she said, "Like, a...date?"

It took Phil a second to process once she said but once she did, he widened his blue orbs slightly. He swallowed. How do you tell a really sweet person that you just don't like them?

Being the people pleaser he is, Phil gave a shaky smile and a nod. "Yes! We'll make plans for next week! It'll be great!"

This answer caused Heather to smile widely. "Nice! It's a date!" WIth that, she quickly wrote down the inventory for the night and headed towards the door.

Phil watched, too shy to speak up. He just waved a bye as she turned around and gave a huge waved. He watched her go from the window, sighing slightly. It was too late to turn back on what he said, He was going to have to deal with that date.

Phil cursed at himself mentally as he began to clean up his shop. He now had two worries: try to let down Heather in a really polite way and whatever came tomorrow.

Tomorrow...

That thought scared him the most.