Chapter 1
I wake up to blinding lights. I squint to try and see where I am. The last thing I remember is walking away from my moms gravestone. It looks like I’m in a hospital. I look to my left and see a man in white scrubs. “Hello Sumire. How are you feeling?” “G-good, I guess. What happened?” I asked him.
He looked at me pitifully. “Sumire, you got in a car crash two years ago.”
I blinked, trying to register what he just told me. “Two years?!” I exclaim. “Yes. I’m sorry. We’ll have to keep you for a little while longer to see if you’re better to leave.”
I closed my eyes and let them do what they need to do before I’m allowed to leave.
Three days later, I’m back at my house. My brother, Ryu, is staying with me in case I pass out or something worse happens.
Right now, I’m heading to my flower shop for work. I’m a florist, to which I sell rare flowers.
When I walk in, the little bell on the top of the door chimes, telling me I entered.
Let me tell you a little about myself. I have wavy brown hair that has a mind of its own. On some days it’s curly, some days it wavy, and some days it’s straight. Today, it’s wavy. I have doe brown eyes, and a slim body.
I sell all types of beautiful rare flowers. To be honest, I’m not even growing the flowers! The night I came back from the hospital, I saw them growing and asked around, but nobody saw anybody on my property.
I watered all the plants and flipped the closed sign to open. As soon as it opened, my favorite costumer came in, Mr. Akihiro, came in.
Mr. Akihiro is a tall man, about the height of 6’2. His skin is mocha brown and he has green eyes.
“Hey, Mr. Akihiro, what event is it this week?” I smiled at him.
“No event, I just thought I should pretty up the house a little bit.” He smiled back.
“Ok, what type are we thinking of?” I asked. “Did you find any new ones?”
I looked straight ahead and looked at the pink mixed with blue flower. “Yes, actually.” I walked over to the beautiful flowers and showed him.
“I’ve never seen any flowers like it. I’ve also searched up the color but nothing comes to.” I tell him.
Mr. Akihiro looked at the flower, observing it. He pointed to a little spot on it.
“There’s a tiny spot of orange right here.”
I looked and sure enough, there was.
“Hmm, I didn’t see that when I got it, and I observed it pretty good too.” I told him.
“Well, since it’s a mysterious flower, I won’t get it.” He walked over to a blue and red mixed flower. “I’ll get this one.”
“The name of its Hicoly.”
“Well then, I’ll take 2 dozen Hicolys please.”
I took his money and put the flowers in a personal vase my best friend, Rin. She’s an artist that loves to express her feelings tenfold. On this vase, it has a design of a rain cloud with the sun peaking up from behind the cloud.
“Thank you, Sumire. “ Mr. Akihiro said.
“No problem, Mr. Akihiro.”
He left the store and only a couple people come in after him. Not many people come in here, unless they have a rare taste, because they’ve never heard of these flowers and don’t wanna take the risk of getting a disease or something from any of them.
I assure them all that I check them and all, but they don’t wanna take the risk.
Hours later, when it’s closing time, I walk out and run into a firm chest. As I thought I would fall onto the ground, arms encircled my waist to catch me from falling.
I looked up into the eyes of my catcher and saw he had striking blue eyes. His messy brown hair was a little curly and messy, which made him even sexier.
When he touched me, I felt a static shock and it felt weird. As a matter of fact, HE looked familiar.
I straightened up and mumbled a sorry.
“It’s fine.” A deep voice replied.
I looked into his eyes again which was a mistake. It was like I couldn’t look away.
“Do I know you?” He asked me.
I was just thinking that, I thought to myself.
“Um, I don’t know, to be honest. You look familiar, but I don’t think we have.” I muttered.
“My names Kota.” He held out his hand. “Sumire.” I shook it. “That’s a pretty name.” He said. “Thanks.” I bushed.
I took my hand back when I realized we were still shaking.
I pointed to my car, “I should, um, go.” I told him.
“See ya.” “Bye.”
When I got in my car and headed home, I thought of how very familiar Kota looked.
