It was a crisp spring morning not long after sunrise. Sipping your coffee, you unlocked the flower shop and passed through the entry. Setting your personal items down on the nearby table you flipped on the lights and moved around the counter to turn the register on. It wasn't long before you heard the soft footfalls of the owner coming down the back steps from his above apartment. He didn't have to be in until noon since you were opening, but he couldn't resist having coffee and whatever breakfast treat you'd brought with you.

He stepped lazily into the room stretching and yawning while greeting you. Dark circles lined his lower lids denoting his lack of sleep and bringing out the sunny shade of yellow that barely pushed through his stormy gray irises. Another muffled yawn swept passed his lips as half-lidded eyes swayed in your direction, his stretches ending in a satisfied shiver before he strolled over to the bag you'd placed on the table.

"What do you have this morning F/N-ya?" his voice still husky from what little sleep he'd gotten.

"It's a breakfast quiche," you replied removing the tin pie trays from the paper bag, "they should still be warm."

"What's in it?" He questioned suspiciously glancing over the tiny personal pie.

"You really need to stop being so picky. Have I fed you something you haven't liked yet?" You retorted hands firmly placed on your hips.

"Not yet." He muttered with a roll of his eyes.

"Exactly." You affirmed turning for the breakroom, "I'll get the coffee started if you don't mind waiting a few minutes."

He only hummed in response.

You had worked for Law in this flower shop he inherited for the last three years. The grumpy male was reluctant to keep the shop going after the passing of his adopted father, having been in medical school at the time, it was a lot to throw away. Rosinante, his father, had hired you not long before he got sick and with some convincing, you managed to get Law to remain open. The first year was rough, a lot of regulars didn't return, and Law wasn't exactly in a state to greet customers much less help them celebrate occasions he'd never get to celebrate with the only family he had left. Many days you had to climb the stairs in the back and drag him from the apartment yourself.

Now, though he doesn't get much sleep, his mood has improved a little. You started this morning ritual by accident. He'd come downstairs while you were opening and was lured in by freshly brewed coffee and breakfast tacos you'd made for yourself; Law seemed to enjoy it so you just kept it going.

It was usually pleasantly quiet while you scrolled through e-books and he read the newspaper.

"Black like your soul." You smirked handing him his designated cup.

Law deadpanned, slender fingers brushing against yours as he overtook the handle, "Thank you."

While you were in the kitchenette he'd taken the liberty of setting the table. You grabbed your coffee and a clipboard from the counter and took a seat across from Law, who was hesitantly taking his first bite of the quiche. Watching quietly with a raised brow as he went back for another forkful you couldn't help but chuckle resulting in yet another eye-roll from the male.

"There's another Charlotte wedding this weekend." You reminded him glancing over the order forms on your clipboard.

"Feels like there's one every weekend." He muttered bringing his cup to his lips.

"Well, when you have a million kids I guess that's what happens." You shrugged, "I wish I had what they spend on the flowers alone. They must be ridiculously loaded."

"Ridiculously indeed." He stated flatly, "Do we have enough inventory for that? I don't want a repeat of last time. That Linlin lady is insane when she's pissed off."

"I planned to visit the wholesale market this afternoon when Barto gets here."

"What tacky arrangements did she order this time?"

You chuckled.

"Pink chrysanthemums and stargazers. While they go together in both color and meaning, they have no place at a wedding."

"Meaning?" He pushed the now empty pie tin away.

"Mhm," you hummed, "pink chrysanthemums represent the afterlife and are often used for funerals in Eastern countries. Stargazers symbolize resurrection. It's probably bad luck in the end and also ... way too much pink."

He chuckled as you scrunched your nose, "How do you know all of this?"

"I like flowers." You shrugged between bites.

"Maybe I'll come with you," he suggested nonchalantly sparing a glance from his paper to you.

"You're the boss." You chimed finishing your food and rising to clear the table.

It was surprising, his offer to tag along, he'd never gone to the wholesalers with you before. Rosi had taken you several times so you knew most of the vendors which made it easier to get deals. Law had never shown interest in coming, he fully trusted you to get the job done.

When you rounded the corner, Law had switched on the 'Open' sign and propped the door back allowing the chilly breeze to flow through causing you to shiver. You threw on your apron and together set up the spring display in the doorway.

"You don't have to help ya know."

"I get paid regardless." He shrugged moving some potted daffodils and tulips to the front window.

Law sat nearby finishing his coffee while you made random arrangements for the display case. He watched occasionally over the brim of his cup as you concentrated making sure colors matched and scents didn't mix unpleasantly. Quietly you clipped greens and baby's breath for filler and seemed to find the perfect places in each arrangement for them. Before he realized it, noon had rolled around, and Bartolomeo was stalking through the entry.

"F/N, Boss." Barto nodded passing through to hang his bag in the breakroom.

"Afternoon." You chimed scooping up the vases you'd just completed.

"You have a lot of hospital deliveries today." Law called.

You frowned at the raven, "You could at least say hello before ordering him around."

Your boss scoffed and narrowed his eyes at you.

"Good afternoon Barto-ya, you have a lot of hospital deliveries today." He said robotically.

"It's ok F/N, I'm used to the boss' cold greetings." Barto winked at you slipping his apron over his head.

Law shot him an annoyed look, "I need you to be back by four so F/N-ya and I can go to the wholesale market."

Bartolomeo raised a non-existent brow to you and then nodded, "No problem."

Law helped Barto load the delivery orders into the van out back while you moved from vase arrangements to bouquets. A few customers came in and milled around purchasing a potted plant or two. There was a sudden tug at your apron strings as you were reaching into the cooler to move an older vase arrangement to the front. The gesture made you stagger back off-balance bumping into the body behind you. Startled you turned to find Law retying your apron.

"You've come undone." He murmured in a pleasantly low tone, eyes still fixed on your lower back.

Fighting a flush, you turned back allowing him to finish, "T-thank you."

Lately, you'd noticed Law would stand closer or brush passed you when there was plenty of room to pass by. Initially, you discarded the actions but as they became more frequent you began to suspect it was on purpose. Why though? He couldn't possibly have some sort of crush on you. You're just a silly little flower nerd, not all that flashy and you certainly didn't feel you compared to his stunningly handsome presence. Barto already teased you relentlessly when you were alone since he discovered your hopeless crush on your boss.

Barto returned from his deliveries at 3:45 and handed the van keys off to Law.

"You may have to close up by yourself. Sometimes it takes a while and we have a lot to purchase." You warned removing your apron and hanging it behind the counter.

"I can handle it thanks." The greenette smiled cockily, "Don't have too much fun F/N."

"Yeah yeah." You waved trailing behind Law.

"Seriously, no funny business you two that's a company vehicle!" he called earning a pointed glare from you as Law continued forward with a smug smirk.

"Ignore that idiot." You muttered pulling yourself up into the passenger seat.

"It's sound advice," Law stated nonchalantly turning the ignition.

You gulped and turned away to hopefully hide your blushing face.

The harbor was already buzzing when you arrived.

"Lead the way." Law gestured forward as you entered the large warehouse.

Immediately vendors were greeting you and calling you over to show what inventory they had for the week. Happily, you bounced from booth to booth introducing Law as you went. More than few of the older vendors expressed their sympathy for Rosinante's passing causing Law to tense.

"You can wait at the van if this is too much." You palmed his shoulder, "I wasn't expecting this many people to bring it up."

He searched your guilty expression feeling a pang in his own chest and returned your comforting motion, "It's fine I invited myself. I can just take what we've got to the van and come find you when I'm done."

"Ok, I shouldn't take much longer." You smiled relinquishing the cart of obnoxiously pink flowers.

Continuing your quest you stopped by one of the newer booths run by a woman not much older than yourself.

"Hmm, pink chrysanthemums? For a wedding?" Questioned the raven-haired woman.

"That's what I said, but it's a big return client so I'm just filling the order." You sighed leaning on the counter.

"Where's your partner?"

"Ah, my boss? He got a little overwhelmed." You chuckled resting your chin in your palm.

"He doesn't look at you like a boss." She commented pulling your order.

"I have no idea what you mean." You glanced away.

"Hmm, like a puppy," she tapped her chin in thought, "a puppy that's a bit protective perhaps."

"Robin," you started sternly, "you're being ridiculous."

She just shrugged and continued removing the less pink flowers from the batch.

After an hour of mingling and finally filling your enormous order, you began searching the warehouse for your wayward boss. Eyes sweeping the thinning crowd with your cart in tow you caught a glimpse of the raven, an impish smirk gracing your lips as you approached him from behind. He stood glancing over some tulips and peonies in colors you didn't have at the shop. Quietly you lifted your right foot gently pressing it to the back of his locked knee nearly sending him to the ground. Giggling wildly over the embarrassing yelp that pushed passed his lips as he went down; you immediately hushed meeting his stormy glare.

Oops.

Spinning on your heals you made a mad dash for the nearest exit tugging your full cart behind you.

"F/N!" Law's usually calm voice strained over the crowd as he dodged people in your wake.

Ignoring his calls, you pushed forward, it didn't matter you'd have an entire twenty-minute car ride to deal with once you reached the van anyway. He'd probably scold you the entire drive back. Enough human obstacles blocked him allowing you to get to the van first. Flinging the back door open you began loading your haul. Just as you placed the last bucket in the back of the van a familiar tattooed arm wrapped around your waist snatching you back.

"Law!" You gasped feet leaving the ground as you were lifted to his height.

He remained quiet breath fanning over your nap moving stray strands that had fallen from your messy bun during your rush. Opening the driver's side door, he pushed you across the bench seat and climbed in behind.

"I'm sorry." You immediately stated turning to catch his intense gaze a sly simper dragging the corner of his lips upward.

"You like to take people by surprise?" His tone was dangerous as he continued across the seat pushing passed the stirring wheel.

"I - I mean... it was funny."

"You should be punished for that." His slender arms caged you in against the seat.

"Wa-wait..." your hands came up against his chest, "what?"

He leaned further into your space, noses brushing, his lips so close it was hard not to tip your chin up and kiss him. The air around you was warm and heavy. Your pulse muted out any sound that may have been heard in or outside of the vehicle as he continued to loom over you. The smell of coffee and those damn stargazer lilies filled your senses in a dizzying haze; it shouldn't have been so intoxicating, but it was. Your eyelids dropped anticipating contact as Law's half-lidded gaze swept over you taking in this glorious new expression.

Your heart wasn't the only one beating like crazy, he almost had to catch his breath still contemplating what he was about to do. Finally, he had you in such a delicious position, defenseless and practically offering yourself up to him. Leaning just a hair further allowing a feather touch to your lips he almost gave in. Such a quick motion, not even full contact, an involuntary whimper escaped you. Eyes flitting open once again to meet Law's smoky glare, he grinned mischievously.

"Now you'll think twice before knocking people down and running away F/N-ya."

A/N - I know... I'm awful and haven't filled a request in a while. I just had to get this out of my system. I hope you enjoy it!