[Sampo was in the back when Gepard walked in; it's just after opening, and he still has a few late shipments of flowers to put away. When he makes it back to the front counter a minute or so later, he has a bunch of roses tucked into the crook of his arm, destined for the front displays.]
[Oh. It's Cute Blond, standing there in his shop. When Sampo had pictured introducing himself to Cute Blond, it had been in a cooler situation than this-- he would go into the guy's parlor, maybe, looking cool and put together and maybe wearing a leather jacket, and book an appointment for a tattoo while flirting with him in a very suave and charming way. He would definitely not have been standing in his shop wearing his florist apron that has a big stain down the front from spilling something on himself that one time and a shirt that has roses on it and says I'm used to dealing with pricks and he'd forgotten to do his hair this morning because he was running late. He's wearing his comfy jeans, the ones that do his ass no favors but are well-worn and comfortable. He looks like a dweeb. An absolute dork. Cute Blond is so going to think he's uncool, this is the worst.]
[Okay. Okay, he's probably totally ruined his chances with Cute Blond by being a dweeb, but he can't be a dweeb and a shitty salesman. He puts a smile on his face and relegates mourning his failed love life to a later time.]
Sorry for the wait! What are you looking for today?
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[Sampo was in the back when Gepard walked in; it's just after opening, and he still has a few late shipments of flowers to put away. When he makes it back to the front counter a minute or so later, he has a bunch of roses tucked into the crook of his arm, destined for the front displays.]
[Oh. It's Cute Blond, standing there in his shop. When Sampo had pictured introducing himself to Cute Blond, it had been in a cooler situation than this-- he would go into the guy's parlor, maybe, looking cool and put together and maybe wearing a leather jacket, and book an appointment for a tattoo while flirting with him in a very suave and charming way. He would definitely not have been standing in his shop wearing his florist apron that has a big stain down the front from spilling something on himself that one time and a shirt that has roses on it and says I'm used to dealing with pricks and he'd forgotten to do his hair this morning because he was running late. He's wearing his comfy jeans, the ones that do his ass no favors but are well-worn and comfortable. He looks like a dweeb. An absolute dork. Cute Blond is so going to think he's uncool, this is the worst.]
[Okay. Okay, he's probably totally ruined his chances with Cute Blond by being a dweeb, but he can't be a dweeb and a shitty salesman. He puts a smile on his face and relegates mourning his failed love life to a later time.]
Sorry for the wait! What are you looking for today?