(human AU. swearing)

Patton and Roman's flower shop was tucked away, on the edge of a small village bordering the woods. The store itself was a cosy, relaxed place, which made it well-known to the locals. It was notorious for its grand selection of flowers, although it was primarily known for its owners.

Patton was the kindest and most understanding person you would ever meet. He always would listen to whatever his customers had to say, no matter how strange or unusual. He often would help people who were ranting about a bad day, or young teens who were anxious about their first dates, by talking to them for a while as they picked their bouquets.

On the other hand, Roman was more of a talker than a listener. When he wasn't admiring the flowers which he had grown personally, he was helping the customers with recommendations of which flowers to buy for certain things. His nickname was 'Princey', because he always wore a red cloth on his shoulder like a sash, and was constantly singing some sort of Disney song underneath his breath as he sorted the displays of plants.

One day, as Patton was working the register and Roman was refilling their stock of white lilies, another man came bursting through the door. He must've been around Roman's age, with slight anger in his eyes, but a mostly unreadable face. Patton had never seen the man before, although it was quite a small area where everyone knew their neighbour. Before he had much time to think about it, a twenty dollar bill was placed on the counter.

'Look, I'm sorry to come barging in, but how do I passive-aggressively say 'fuck you' with flowers?' The man spoke, his voice sounding throughout the shop.

Roman nearly dropped his bouquet.

Patton snuck a look over at Roman, who was regaining his posture and making a point of not looking at the man. Knowing that Roman preferred 'bad boys' (his words), Patton smirked slightly, a plan hatching in his mind.

'Ah, you'd have to talk to my co-worker, Roman, about that. He's much better at flower meanings than I am.' Patton replied, before calling Roman over and explaining the person's request.

'Okay, Mr..?' Roman began, aiming to get a name from this heavenly human.

'Oh, Virgil. Virgil Blue.' Virgil replied with a small smile, as Roman felt his heart melt.

'V-Virgil, right... so, you'd need... geraniums for stupidity, foxgloves for insincerity, uhm... yeah, foxgloves for insincerity... meadowsweets for uselessness, yellow carnations for disappointment, and red- no! And orange lilies for hatred. Would... would you like me to get those for you?' Roman stumbled his way through the sentence, spotting Patton trying to stifle a snicker from the corner of his eye.

'Oh, if you wouldn't mind!' Virgil spoke in a hushed, grateful tone. Roman took the opportunity to tell Virgil to consider it done, and go to collect the flowers from around the shop into one bouquet.

Roman paced back to the counter, passing the flowers to Virgil and collecting the money, after being told to keep the change. Just as he was about to continue his sorting and daydreaming, he noticed Virgil drop a small piece of white card on his way out of the door.

Going to pick it up and return it, Roman glanced up to notice that Virgil was nowhere to be seen. That was odd. Roman fiddled with the card in his hands, before realising that it had a note written on it, in black pen.

'Hey Roman. It seems that you've fallen for my non-existent charm. I want to see your face again.

-Virgil

PS. You don't have to, if you wouldn't like to.'

Underneath the note, there was a string of numbers, in the same scrawly handwriting: a phone number. Roman felt the heat rise to his cheeks as a massive grin spread on his face, looking back at Patton, who knew what had happened.

'Just remember to use protection, Ro!' Patton laughed, much to Roman's detest.

Roman was definitely going to text the number tonight. He wanted to know how the 'fuck you' flowers went.

Perhaps he could find out on their date.