Walking through the way, Tartaglia peaks into the usual flower shop. He sheepishly scratched his cheek, looking inside. Eyes slowly finding his way to a certain male, and having eye contact, he waved shyly before running away.

Giggling while smiling mischiefully, Venti grins. "He's here again." He whisper out. "I'm pretty sure he's here for you, again."

Zhongli sighs, flicking Venti's forehead. "Do your work." He told.

Pouting Venti shruggs, "okay okay, owner."

It was the daily routine they would go through. Venti already notices how the two interacts and as usual would tease the two, Zhongli would then scold him and the day passed on. 'If only Tartaglia has the courage to start a chat.' Venti disappointedly shruggs. 'He can just make a reason of wanting to buy a flower for his mom or something.'

/

"Excuse me!"

Venti recognises the voice, and grins. "Ah, owner! I'm still tending the flower here so can you handle the customer?" He heard a sigh from Zhongli and chuckles.

"Yes welcome, how can I help you?" Zhongli asked to the customer, Tartaglia.

Tensing a bit, Tartaglia stuttered, "I'm, looking for flowers." He told. "Ah, for a friend-"

Zhongli nods, "Of course, but what kind of flowers are you searching for specifically? Like it's for a girl you like, or a sick friend.." The black hair male starts asking.

"Oh! It's for a good luck charm." Tartaglia responds. "Something about exorcism exam-" He then murmur.

Zhongli hummed, "I believe most high schoolers would prefer searching for four-leaf clovers for good luck." Tartaglia blushed at his oblivious mistake. "But if you're looking for another flower that means good luck, I can suggest you white carnations." He told, walking inside. "It is mostly used in funerals since it also means grief, loyalty, purity. But it also have the meaning of good luck." He briefly explained, giving a flower to the chopper orange haired boy.

He then moved to the side, "There are another flower, although not meant for good luck, it can boost confidence." He plucked an orange lily, "Orange lilies. It represents confidence."

"There's also red dahlias, which represents power and strenght, to make your friend believe they have the strenght to pass the exam,," Zhongli halted as he realised he rambled a bit too much. He faked a cough, "I'm sorry, I rambled."

Tartaglia shooked his head, "No no, it's okay." He blushed, 'You really seemed like having fun,-'

"It's interesting how flowers has meanings." He then mumble out, looking at the flowers on his hands.

The black haired florist gave a smile, tending the flowers. "Are you interested?" He asked.

"I can't say I don't," Tartaglia replies. He then looked at the flowers again, "I'll take the, white carnation one." He then decided. 'Chongyun's suited with white more anyway.'

"Of course."

A week after, he came again. "My mother wanted to plant a flower on the yard. Do you have any recomendation?" And asked Zhongli for advice.

As a florist, Zhongli's more than glad to help. "Of course, if...." The two had their time talking about flowers from days to days, closing their gap.

Venti, as a part timer there could only look at them, grinning sheepishly.

"Thankyou, sensei." Tartaglia told, bidding his goodbye for the day. "See you tomorrow," He gave a grin.

Zhongli waved back with a smile. "Yes. Take care."

As Tartaglia went back, Zhongli's hand drops and he sighed. "You escaped again." He told, noticing Venti.

"Aha,-" Venti sheepishly laughed. "I thought I should leave you two alone." He winked.

Zhongli looked at him tiredly. "You just want to meet that girl right?"

"Oops, but I did wanted to leave you two alone. I mean, fate's doing their part again." He shruggs. "Have fun on your date tomorrow. I'll take care of the store tomorrow, no worries!"

"..."

/

Zhongli looked at the mansion and sweatdropped. 'No matter what time, he'll be rich eh?' He looked at the familiar orange haired male opening the gate. "Wouldn't it be actually better to call a gardener rather than me, a florist?" He told.

"Eh- ah, uh-" Tartaglia gulped, "Our.. gardener is on vacation!" He exclaimed, "and sensei's shop is close to here so it's.. convenient!..?"

"I.. see.." Zhongli replies. Being led inside he straighten, "Let's get started then," He exclaimed.

Tartaglia led Zhongli to the garden, where it's only soil. "This is the place I've prepared for the new flowers," He showed. "I have prepared the fertilizer and also water, and some more as you instructed sensei!"

"Alright then," Zhongli pulled a pair of gloves. "Let's start."

Blushing a bit, 'He looks good,-' Tartaglia nodded enthusiastically, "y-yes, sensei!" And with that the two starts planting flowers.

With Zhongli leading and explaining a bit of how to plant flowers, Tartaglia takes notes and also do as he was exampled to.

As time passes, with the seeds already planted and sun setting down, Zhongli wraps up their activity. "I guess this is good. You can do the rest by yourself yes?"

"Ah," Tartaglia's mouth hanged, feeling a bit disappointment. "Y-Yes, of course Zhongli-sensei. Thankyou for the guidance!" He forced a smile and bow down, "I'll continue planting tomorrow as you've taught."

Zhongli nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Have fun." He gave a smile. "...come to the shop again if you need more advice."

The orange haired male's head lifted, "I will." He gave a happy smile. "Again thank you so much for today."

/

L

ooking at the two interacts, Venti can't help but shrugg with a grin. "In the end he can't defy fate-" He then looks at the time, "oh, owner I'll leave early~!" He then starts running away, "You also should search for another part-timer." He lastly informed with a wink.

"Ah, hey! Venti!" Zhongli called, failing in having the bard to stay. "I'll cut his payment." He sighs before returning his attention to the male infront of him.

"Part time.." Tartaglia mumble out.

"Ah right," Zhongli mumble out, "Venti's skipping a lot lately and he's been asking to work for only a few hours and running away afterward.." He told. "So I thought it'll be good for me to get some part-timers to help." He noticed the hopeful eyes of the high-schooler infront of him.

"Are you interested?"

"Can I!?"

"..of course." He replies.

Tartaglia gave a wide and happy smile, "I'll be in your care then, sensei!" He told.

Mouth curving into a smile, "I'll be in your care too."

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17 December 2020

I honestly don't know what to do with this but I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for OOCs and bad grammars.