“Are these going to be okay?” Matt asks after a minute.

“What?” Oh. “Oh, they’re…yeah I’ll just repot them, they’ll be fine.”

“I’d hate to be responsible for floricide.”

FLORICIDE. Oh my god. DON’T GIGGLE.

She giggles. Loudly.

Now he’s leaning over the counter, resting on his elbows. He must be flirting with her. Must be. He’s looking right at her. She can fucking feel him watching her.

- i wish the summer over us in bursts

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