The door opened. I looked up from my book to see who has come inside. As I lifted my eyes I met another pair locking eye contact. My dark blue and grey eyes couldn’t help but to stare into those astonishing clear and yet cloudy oval oceans. Uncounsciously, I brushed my bangs out of my face and smiled asking if I could help. Taking a step towards the desk where I was tying bouquets he smiled back. I almost gasped in amazment as I felt like the temperature in the room was rising. Extraordinary white teeth showed as he enlightened the surroundigns with a smile as gentle and kind as I would have never known to be possible. My heart almost missed to keep its beat as he began to speak. His voice – a deep, but soft baritone – engulfed me with a question. If someone would have tried to tell me he was singing I would have believed it at once.
He asked if I could tie a bouquet of white lilies and a single red rose.
My heart start aching a red rose symbolized love but… white lilies…? White lilies are usually bought by the elderly couples here in our village when they intended to visit their faded beloved ones on the cemetery.
I couldn’t help but feel sorry. I nodded while I started to choose the most beautiful flowers. My heart was spinning. I keow it is not good to simply assume things but I thought about who he could have lost. Unexplicibly, I was sad. I glanced over to where he stood. His grey eyes directed in the far distant making him look somehow lost and deep in thoughts. I swallowed. I chose a red ribbon for the bouqet. I tied nicely into a bow while I once more looked at him. His maronn curls almost reached his neck and his soft facial features almost had me believing he was from another planet not being able to proceed that his melancholy beauty could exist on earth.
Finishing the bow, I tried to find my voice and asked him if he was satisfied with the bouquet. He smiled still having this melancholic expression making me mentally cry. He shook his head no his curls gracefully flying around his head as if dancing. He put the money in my hand so that our hands made contact. Surprised as to how soft his skin was I didn’t move for a mere moment before I snapped out of my trance and held out the bouquet for him to grab.
He took it gratefully. As he attempted to open the door I wished him a happy day. Obviously surpirsed he turned once more. I smiled. Motionless his grey orbs directed at me his lips slighty parted in confusion I could almost see the thoughts running through his head. A little insecure, yet a little more gladly than he seemed before, he smiled back saying that he hoped that it will be one.