Logan didn't really know when he'd found out he had magic. He'd just always had it. It wasn't anything fancy, nothing like you read in fantasy books. He couldn't shape-shift or make fire appear out of nowhere or anything like that. What he was, he'd figured out, was some sort of Seer. Not the camped-up ones in circus tents with crystal balls and hot, musty air but an actual, proper Seer. He guessed that he'd either been born a Seer, like his mam had been born a witch, or he'd learnt it very early on. Either way, he'd always had magic and he'd always just been used to it.

But there was another end to his magic he didn't understand. It was kind of like Healer powers but not for people. For plants. He'd just always understood them, almost like they spoke to him. If a tree needed more water, he'd just know. Or if a flower didn't have enough sunlight, it was almost like it'd tell him and he'd fix that. That's where he'd gotten the idea to document different flowers and their messages.

That's where Logan was now, getting grass stains all down the front of his shirt as he wrote neat little bullet points next to a detailed sketch of a bluebell. He looked up, inclining his head like he was listening to the flower and laughed.

"You sure?" He muttered. He paused, like the bluebell was talking to him, and shrugged. "Okay, if you say so. Bluebells... also... mean..." He trailed off as he finished his sentence.

A sharp whistle pierced the air. Logan jumped up and closed his notebook.

"I'll get it, mum!" He called, bounding through the house and nearly running into a wall. He grabbed his shoes, which he'd remembered to unlace this time, and shoved them on.

Roman looked up with a grin as the door opened. It was Logan again. Not that Roman cared, of course, but it was nice to see the other boy again.

"Hey, sweetheart." He said once Logan was within earshot. Logan shot him a half-glare but didn't say anything.

"Shilling and seven pence, I'm guessing." Logan said, already grabbing the money.

"Actually, today is a special day." Roman said. "Any cutie I see on my rounds gets a seven pence discount. So just a shilling, if you please."

Roman regarded the light blush on Logan's face as a triumph. Logan raised an eyebrow at him.

"Mhm and how many times have you used that line?" He asked. Roman laughed.

"Just once, sweetheart."

"Uh-huh. Did it work?" Logan asked sceptically.

Roman grinned, leaning his arm on the gate. "I'd say it did." Logan looked him in the eye, got what he meant and looked down again sharpish.

Logan cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well, there's your shilling. The line might not be that great but I get a discount so I'm not complaining." Logan handed over the money and held out his hand expectantly. Roman tried not to roll his eyes and handed over the bread. He waved at Logan as he left.

"See you around, sweetheart!" He called. Roman couldn't see Logan's face but he could guess his light blush had darkened slightly.

This story is weird to me because... I don't know how to write fluff. Am... Am I doing it right?
Bye,
Blaize