“I’m home! Sorry I’m late… I know I should have told you sooner, but I won’t be having dinner… What the hell?”
That night, Harry opens the living room door and his eyes widen in surprise. I’m surrounded by flowers, concentrating on making a bouquet.
“H-hey, what happened, are you opening a flower shop or something?” I don’t really hear his question, as I am to concentrated on making the bouquet. “Hey!”
“A… ah!” Harry shakes me vigorously, snapping me out of my daze. “Oh, you’re back. Welcome home!”
“Some welcome this is. What is all this stuff doing here? Are you doing something on the side?”
“Well… Kind of.”
“You better tell me what’s going on.”
“Lilly came into Crux today. She asked me to do some mini bouquets. She needs 100, by noon tomorrow. She wants to give mini bouquets to the first hundred guests that come to her exhibition. I told her it was impossible, but she kept on asking. She couldn’t do it herself, because she has to prepare her own flowers.”
“So, that’s how you got dragged into this.”
“These flowers arrived as soon as I got home this evening, and I’ve been making bouquets ever since.”
“Since this evening? Do you have any idea what time it is?” I look at the time and see that it’s already the next day. I had worked straight through without even stopping to eat. “She’s got a lot of balls to ask for 100 bouquets out of nowhere.”
“Artists are all crazy.”
“How many have you made so far?”
“48. I’m less than halfway there.”
“These are your arrangements?” Harry picks up one of the finished bouquets and stares at it.
“Are you going to help me?”
“What? What’re you asking me for?”
“I didn’t think so…”
“What kind of question is that? Figure it out for yourself.”
“I was a fool for thinking you might support me for one second.”
“So you do get it. You know me better than that by now, don’t you.” Harry chuckles a bit. “Looks like you’re going to be up all night.”
“You’re too nice. Good luck.” Harry pats me on the back. “In case you forgot, this is where I sleep, so do the rest in your own room.”
“I’m gonna go take a bath.” Harry goes happily into the bathroom. I watch him go, resentfully. He’s so mean. Laughing at my misery. Sure enough, I might have bitten off more than I can chew… but I was just so happy to be asked by someone I respect as much as Lilly. And once I accept a job, I have to do it well. Even if I have to stay up all night. I’d better clear this place up before Harry gets out of the bath. I pick up all the flowers and my tools and bring them into the bedroom.
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