形同 15

The drunkard just entered the store and dropped the $200 he had extorted from the two big men to make a sound in front of the counter. Behind him, the sighs of big people flow like background sound. Isaac was staring at two bills on the counter, and he briefly kicked his tongue inside.

I can't help it.

"Choose the flowers you want.”

When Isaac, who was agonizing over it, reluctantly replied, the drunkard put a satisfied smile on his mouth.

"Make it on your own.”

"Is this for dating?"

"Yeah. Brown curly, cute little girl. Oh, but I hate red roses, so try something else."

The drunkard, watching Isaac walk toward the rose, waved his hands. The hand that was trying to pull out the rose hardened reflexively. Soon, however, Isaac, who had carefully chosen lilies, lysianshaas, colored carnations, and some flowers, returned to the workstation with bright flowers in one arm.

Until then, the drunkard, who was watching Isaac's flowers of choice, approached the door and slumped down on the chair. Jack, a brown bear-like man who was roaring at Isaac, follows him gently. Isaac, who was staring at them with a glance, quietly trimmed the flowers.

When I run a small flower shop by myself, I sometimes run into many unexpected things. Late at night, the drunkard who came in just before closing couldn't be said to be an unusual case. However, Isaac was also very concerned.

"Are you usually that blunt?"

It was around the time when I was trimming flowers, trying not to pay attention to drunk people and big people. The drunken man asked a sudden question. Isaac only turned his eyes and headed for him. His eyes and expression were expressing that he did not understand the point of the question.

"You're a service worker, too. Then shouldn't we talk to the customers in a friendly way? I don't know how to do business."

The drunken man was staring at Isaac with his elbow on the armrest of the chair and his chin supported. The deep blue eyes like the deep sea are frighteningly sharp. It was a tense look.

"Well, I don't know. I'm not good at talking."

Isaac turned his eyes and took out the pink and light purple wrappers. And when he tried to pack a bouquet of trimmed flowers with a pre-cut wrapper, the drunkard talked again.