Today was one of the days that Engel worked alone. Hiyori had classes and Engel’s other employee had taken a week off for a vacation with their family. He didn’t really mind at all. Since most of Petit Petales’ business was online and large orders that needed to be made weeks in advance, there was actually a lot of downtime in the actual storefront.
That isn’t to say they didn’t have a good flow of customers, it was just that some days ended up being quieter than others. Days where Engel could sit at the counter with his textbooks open and get some of his homework done early. He’d been doing that more lately so he’d have time to experiment at home with his cooking.
Murmuring softly to himself as he read over a passage again to make sure he hadn’t missed anything, Engel almost missed the small chime of bells that indicated someone had entered the shop.
Tilting his head up, Engel pushed his hood back slightly so it wasn’t falling into his face. Oh. A potential customer?
“Ah… sorry,” he slipped his notepaper in between the pages of his textbook and closed it, offering a faint smile to the person that had walked in. He seemed to be quite taken with the large assortment of flowers that filled the open shop.
Engel personally went through every corner of the shop on his own as soon as he got to the shop. Every flower and plant that was on display was carefully taken care of and presented by the red-head. His people skills may have been lacking, but his green thumb spoke for itself.
He took a discreet steadying breath before speaking again, “…Is there …anything I can help …you with today?”
“Oh! Um….” Kyouhei made a variety of hand gestures while struggling to come up with a conversation opener. He honestly hadn’t thought of how exactly this would go down, but how hard could it be.
“Hello, I hope this- that I’m not going to trouble you! I was just wondering if you made smaller bouquets?” If not, he could play it off like he was going to buy one as a declaration of love or something, but… really, he just wanted some flowers.
“Maybe four or five different types? I’m not picky about flower language at all if that’s a factor, I heard this place knew its stuff.”