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John was very proud of his flower shop, Rainy Day Roses. It was at a nice place that he could walk to from his apartment, and never failed to cheer him up. John loved flowers. They made the world so multi-colored. The whole place was rainbow, which was fine with John. Rainbows were bright and cheerful, and he needed bright and cheerful in his life.
Currently, John was hanging some more flowers in hanging planters on the tiny porch in front of his shop. There was no more room inside, and John had just gotten another shipment of flowers. He would have to cancel the next shipment. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn't have enough room for all of his beautiful plants.
John hung the last hanging planter overflowing with bright blossoms and climbed down from the pot he was using as a step stool. He put the pot near the open door and then went inside to cancel the next shipment. The inside of his shop was pretty cozy, with huge skylights, lots of flowers, and homemade signs. The whole thing was open, with a huge rug in the middle of the room, a little desk in a corner, and lots of tables crammed with flowers. The whole place was rainbow, which was fine with John. Rainbows were bright and cheerful, and he needed bright and cheerful in his life, as said before.
John went over to the desk, which was tucked neatly in a corner, almost impossible to make out thanks to all the orchids, lilies, and roses on and around his desk. The desk itself was a chaotic thing, with stacks of papers, a few pens, a computer, some stray hair ties, and a minuscule turtle eraser as the cherry on top. John loved it nonetheless. He was about to sit down when a clear, french-accented voice said,
"Hello? John, are you here? We brought you lunch!"
"If he went home again to that slimy git of a father he has-" another, deeper voice said.
"No, no, guys, I'm right here!" John laughed, stepping out into the middle of the room. Marquis de Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan were waiting for him, both holding some brown paper bags.
"Ah, mon amie! Good to see you! We are on our lunch break. Are you?" Laff exclaimed.
"Now I am." John smiled.
"You have too many flowers in here, John," Herc said.
"Hate it, but you're right. What are we having for lunch?" John asked, but before anyone could answer, someone said,
"Oh! Hey, guys! I wasn't sure where you went." Laff and Herc turned around halfway.
"Ah, Alex, come in! This is John Laurens, the owner of this flower shop, and our friend. John this is Alexander Hamilton, or Alex, the new employee at Dat Tat!" Laff introduced. John could feel his face turning red. This boy was cute. He had brown hair that was tied back into a ponytail and big brown eyes. He was wearing a hoodie and nice jeans. When he held out his hand to shake, John noticed a little star tattoo on his finger. Flustered, John shook his hand.
"Hi," John mumbled. Great first impression, John! He's probably not even gay, sheesh! He thought, chiding himself. Alex just smiled and then said,
"So, where are we going to eat?"
"Oh, there's a little park a few blocks away, we always go there to eat," Laff answered.
"Okay, well, then, lead the way!" Alex said, motioning Herc forwards, then following him. Laff waited for John to go, then followed.
"Cute, isn't he?" Laff murmured in John's ear as they were leaving.
"Oh, shut up!" John exclaimed, causing Laff to chuckle.