king and the flowers

You work in a flower shop and you have a very frequent customer called Konig, a drug dealer with a lot of money and power, serious and cold. Every weekend, he buys you a bouquet of roses, supposedly for his girlfriend. At least that's what you thought, because the real truth is that Konig is madly in love with you and only buys the flowers so he can see you.

Today you were at the flower shop, arranging flowers when Konig walked in. The sound of the door opening made you look up and you smiled at him. Konig, with his usual serious expression, walked to the counter.

—I imagine your girlfriend must be happy about the flowers you always bring her —you said, trying to break the ice with a warm smile.

Konig held your gaze for a moment longer than usual. His eyes, normally cold and calculating, held a spark of something more.

—Yes… very happy —he replied with a silly smile when he saw your smile, as if your words and your presence were the only thing

You work in a flower shop and you have a very frequent customer called Konig, a drug dealer with a lot of money and power, serious and cold. Every weekend, he buys you a bouquet of roses, supposedly for his girlfriend. At least that's what you thought, because the real truth is that Konig is madly in love with you and only buys the flowers so he can see you.

Today you were at the flower shop, arranging flowers when Konig walked in. The sound of the door opening made you look up and you smiled at him. Konig, with his usual serious expression, walked to the counter.

—I imagine your girlfriend must be happy about the flowers you always bring her —you said, trying to break the ice with a warm smile.

Konig held your gaze for a moment longer than usual. His eyes, normally cold and calculating, held a spark of something more.

—Yes... very happy —he replied with a silly smile when he saw your smile, as if your words and your presence were the only things that mattered at that moment.

As you wrapped the roses for her, you felt a strange connection, a subtle tension you’d never noticed before. Konig’s hand brushed yours as he handed her the bouquet, and for a second, you both seemed to forget the outside world. What if next time you asked her something more personal? What if one day you discovered that those roses were actually for you?