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Later that day you were working in the flower shop, helping your mom get ready for the Valentine’s Day deliveries, when you heard the door open.

“We’re closing in 10 minutes sir.” You called back not looking up from the bouquet you were working on.

“Well then I’ll only have to look today.”

You looked up to see Francis smiling at you.

“Bonjour Mademoiselle who doesn’t like Valentine’s Day.”

“Hello Francis, looking for anything specific?”

“ How do you know my name?” He asked playfully.

“Well everyone knows it’s you who organizes the spirit activities for Valentine’s Day. They’re sometimes more elaborate then the Christmas ones.”

“Merci, but what is your name?”

“(your name). We have a class together I think.”

“Oui, je pense c’est (Fav subject).”

“Yup, that’s it.”

“How come I’ve never noticed you before?”

“Well I’m pretty quiet, and I tend to sit in the back.” You say shrugging.

“But I gather you’re very smart. And tres jolie I might add.” He adds with a small smirk while he wiggled his eyebrows.

You giggled at his audacity. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” You said. “Now are you looking for something specific?”

“I’m trying to figure out the perfect flower to give someone special.”

“Well I don’t have time to help you tonight, we’re technically closed. How about you come back tomorrow?” you suggested.

“I suppose I did leave it a little late. I will come back tomorrow.” He agrees.

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Au revior mon cher.” He calls waving as he leaves the shop. You waved back as you closed the door and turned the sign around so it read ‘closed’.

After you returned to the counter your mother poked her head out of the back room.

“Who was that?” She asked with an intriguing smile.

“No one mom, just a guy from school who wants some flowers.” You said defensively.

“Really? Are you sure that’s all he wanted?” She asks.

“Yes. He’s coming back tomorrow because he came in at closing time.”

“I haven’t asked you to work tomorrow.” She says confused.

“Well, I might work tomorrow.” You say quietly.

“Ooooooo.” She teased.

“It’s nothing mom. I said I would help him tomorrow, and I will.”

“Are you sure it had nothing to do with his sexy accent or his blue eyes?” She said as she flipped her hair dramatically.

“No, I’m just helping a customer.”

“If you’re sure that’s all it was, I’d love to have your help tomorrow. I could sure use it.”

“Sure mom. I assume I’ll be getting paid for these extra hours I’m working.”

“Of course. Now let’s get this place cleaned up and you can do your homework”

“Sure.” You responded.

You walked out of the back room up the back stairs to the apartment you and your mom had above it. You went to your bedroom to find your homework.

As you pulled out your (fav subject) homework you though back to Francis. Who were his flowers for? Maybe Claire the cheerleader, or Sophie the student council president. Both those girls had huge crushes on Francis. Then again, almost every girl, and some of the boys, had crushes on Francis.

You let these thoughts drift from your mind as you worked away but even as you went to bed you couldn’t help but secretly hope the flowers might be for you.