Fics like Yellow Tulips

When the florist looked up to put the vase on the counter, he apparently noticed the arrival of his new customer. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” he said in a bright tone, before turning back to the flustered lady and ringing up her purchase. He herded her out the door, closing it after her and turned back to Sherlock. He put his hands behind his back and raised his face up to catch Sherlock’s eye, an open expression in his eyes. “How can I help you, then?” “I’m looking for a bouquet.” “Oh really?” The man’s tone was mocking, a glint in his bright blue eyes. Sherlock rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. “I– Well, there’s… You’ve got all of these…” He winced. “Things. Trinkets. Could have been anything.” There was something about the cheeky expression of the florist that made his breath high in his chest and his words come out jumbled. The florist chuckled. “I’m teasing. Sorry. Any special occasion?"

Fics like Yellow Tulips

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