I don’t imagine you stay behind to hear their thoughts about it.” “If your neighbors mind or not,” says Miku, “They could hate it when you take those flowers. The Flower Thief hums curiously in response. Being here, with the Flower Thief, on the beach. Thinking about this and that, but mostly this. Her friends are somewhere around here, sitting together and enjoying the vacation while Miku sits by the cooler with the Flower Thief, eating a cherry-flavored popsicle. The sun is setting below the horizon, and the moon is settling into the darkening sky. That Miku has no interest in blazing past her own experiences with a stranger.īut Miku is interested, and so she says yes, and she waits for the Flower Thief’s shift to be over. Miku should decline the offer-should tell her that though there’s a first for everything, some firsts should be special. There’s more talking, and the Flower Thief carries herself with this casual front. That way, you never have to deal with the post-date awkwardness.” “There’s a first time for everything, right? And if it doesn’t go well, I’ll hide behind the counter every time you come in here. The Flower Thief only smiles, and she shrugs. “You think?” says Miku, rolling her eyes. She chuckles, “Seems I was a few steps ahead of you, then.” God, how can one person be so utterly embarrassing? Maybe she should reconsider this date thing. “I’ve never been on a date!” she interjects, feeling the color rising to her face. “A pure maiden? In this day and age?” she gasps, and Miku is not sure how one person can be so loud and lack so much shame. Miku thinks for a moment, and she makes an admission, “I’ve never…” she stops, hoping the Flower Thief will fill in the blank, and fill it in she does. “A date,” nods the Flower Thief, “Or, you know, just hanging out. The Flower Thief suddenly slams her hands back on the counter. It’s very humorous, never taking itself to seriously. Miku wonders what kind of character she’s going for, because suave certainly isn’t a word she would use to describe it. “A few weeks, huh?” the Flower Thief pushes herself up from the counter, and she paces back and forth theatrically. “It’s a new tactic! Is it working? I gotta hope it’s working, right? Oh-how long are you staying on the beach?” “Okay, I get the point,” says Miku, “Really laying it on thick, there.” “Ouch,” the Flower Thief puts a hand on her heart, “I am attacked, and deeply wounded. I cannot redeem myself from such a crime against romance.” “Oh, I’ve been caught red handed! Take me away, officer. “Oh, you really don’t-” Miku stops herself, eyebrows knitting together as realization dawns upon her, “Are you flirting with me?” The Flower Thief leans on the counter, “I’m surprised. She tells the Flower Thief, “I guess not.” She gets complimented all the time, and often it’s kind of unwarranted, but nobody ever really compliments here like this. The Flower Thief laughs, and Miku shrinks a bit, flustered. “Oh,” says Miku, “I don’t really-uhm, thank you? I guess?” You’re the especially attractive people.” “Especially attractive people, might I add,” she says, and Miku blinks. The Flower Thief lives around here, and during the summer she likes to meet new people. Miku sits on a stool in front of the counter and they talk. Miku takes to calling her the Flower Thief from then on. A day where she observes and analyzes Miku, sizing her up. “I take them from my neighbor’s garden,” she says, on a day where the flowers in her hair are yellow and orange. Whenever Miku sees her, she has flowers in her hair.
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