“I would make a splendid husband, but I would be so lucky to get someone like Arte to marry me.” Sal said, gesturing to Artemis with his thumb. “Did you know she’s studying to be a doctor?” _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
If Arte had been drinking she would’ve spit it out everywhere.
“I’m not surprised! She’s always reading, and you know, she has a good heart. Ever since she was small, a good heart. She’ll be a good wife, but an even better mother.” He continued.
“Emilio! Can I get a soup also with our sandwiches?” Arte interjected.
That was a good enough distraction for the man.
“Of course! You’re hungry huh? From working hard, a doctor needs her strength! Extra serving for you, share with your husband.” The man, Emilio, served up an extra large cup of soup and slid it down the line. “Alejandra has your sandwiches, don’t forget to get a drink from the fridge!” Emilio instructed.
Arte tried to keep her head down and shuffle along without anymore husband or wife or baby talk. This day couldn’t get any weirder. She fished the money from her pocket that her father gave her earlier and was quick to get an Arizona from the fridge.
“You can have the soup if you liked it. I won’t be able to finish it.” Arte said, already offering him the big cup.
“C’mon, you should at least have some. He served up extra just for you.” Sal said as he followed along. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I mean, I won’t keep pestering.” Sal said with a light shrug.
He went and grabbed his own drink and continued to follow Arte in gathering up their food down the line and eventually a table outside since the weather was so nice. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Arte often considered herself unextrordinary, trapped in the middle of the scale where her siblings passionately leaned to either side. Deciding to go into medicine, supernatural medicine to be specific was sort of something she had settled on. It was a good profession that there was a need for professionals in the field. It would pay well and she had the grades and the aptitude to pursue it realistically. Of course it wasn’t an overnight ambition, she was doing here schooling and busying herself at the flower shop. After hiring Sal, Arte was able to work less and focus on studying since there was another body minding the shop. Although since starting Roxanne felt as though she was working him too hard, even though she was really flexible with the hours and Sal didn’t seem to mind, she insisted he have a day off. That meant Arte would have to open, which Arte also didn’t mind.
However, there was the issue of her being up all night studying. She lived at home and Roxanne made sure she was eating good and her laundry was always done but otherwise her mother didn’t check up on her too much. Meaning that no one was going to notice or stop her from having her nose buried in an anatomy book until the buttcrack of dawn. Arte’s eyes sleepily blinked open at the light leaked in through the blinds in her bedroom. She had fallen asleep in her textbook, slumped over at her desk with Iron and Wine playing gently in the background. She had to peel her face off the pages and it took a second to realize that she had overslept.
“Oh my god!” Arte exclaimed falling back out of her chair. She scrambled to throw things together, stuffing her textbook in her bag and quickly changing. She opted to leave on her night shirt, which was an old button up of her father’s that he didn’t wear anymore, but tucked it into a pair of clean jeans that were two sizes too big for her as always. Darting into the bathroom she did a quick swish and spit with mouthwash, fumbling down the stairs to the entryway where she clumsily cuffed her pants and stepped into some old white slip ons before racing out the door.
Arte wasn’t like JJ who was always early, perfect and pristine and prepared for anything. Nor was she like Remedy who cooly arrived whenever and even though it wasn’t ever an accident, nobody really seemed to mind. Or even Damian who was either a bit late (fashionably so) occasionally, or a bit early with a cheeky grin and good attitude. Arte was unremarkably right on time normally, though a good thing, there wasn’t ever anything special or cool beyond being where she said she was going to be at the agreed time. This was a first for her, jogging down the pavement to the flower shop with the sleep still in her eyes, messy bed head and flyaway baby hairs, and some ink from her textbook smeared on her face.
Salomao had been told his whole life that he was his father's carbon copy. They both had the same strong face, the same brick house build, and the same thick mop of dark hair that Navrik was more prone to growing out these days. Though they were physically similar, they shared only very few interests and other likenesses beyond that. Two of which were gardening and early rising, which is what brought Sal to the Laughlin's flower shop despite it being his day off.
He made it a habit to stop by the shop, even on his days off, just to check in on things, maybe finish a few tasks he hadn't gotten to the day before. Roxanne often shooed him off, but not before offering lunch or cookies, which was really just another perk to the stop as long as he was being honest. No one could trump his mom's cooking, but Roxanne was also pretty good in the kitchen as it seemed.
Today was no different, he'd gotten up early and decided to go out and run errands before it got too hot later in the day. He'd just recently moved into his own little apartment and was busy trying to make it homey.
His parents had come into town a few weeks ago and made sure he had the necessities like kitchenware, a bed, a couch, so on and so forth. Havania insisted family photos were also a necessity, so she brought plenty of those and some frames and they all spent the evening sharing dinner and picking out pictures to hang. Havania made it a point to bring her kids food in the city often and even had the excuse to come more often now that Lucinda was pregnant, which meant plenty more frequent drop ins. Sal was sure he was overdue, though he hadn't heard from his siblings in warning yet, so he figured he'd go out and get some stuff to fill his fridge (she always worried over an empty fridge) and some flowers for whenever she did show up.
He stopped by his favorite bodega in the neighborhood and got himself a breakfast sandwich before heading to the shop, however, as he came up on the shop, he had to do a doubletake at his watch. The store was certainly closed, none of the plants had been moved outside for the day yet even, but it was passed opening. He went to the shop and peaked in, eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw no one inside nor a sign indicating they were closed for the day. Maybe Arte was just running late? She was supposed to open for him, wasn't she?
Oh well, he could stand to help out.
He went ahead and unlocked the shop with his own set of keys and abandoned his breakfast sandwich on the counter before grabbing an apron and getting started. He opened often enough that it was fast and easy work to get things situated for the day. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Ah jeez, ah jeez...” Arte muttered under her breath as she jogged toward the shop, she skidded to a halt in front of the shop and was digging for her keys in her pocket, which she forgot. “Putain!” She cursed under her breath, still digging hopefully in her pockets.
But she paused, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and looking in; someone was in there? Did her mom realize she overslept and came to open? She pushed open the door and hurried over to the counter to drop her own bag beside a...Breakfast sandwich? Her mother would never.
“Hello?” Arte called out, grabbing an apron off the hook for herself.
Sal was wheeling out the outside flower rack from the back of the shop when Arte called out. He emerged with the rack and all and grinned cheekily at Arte. She definitely overslept.
"Well, well, well, look who decided to make it in to work today." He teased. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
"And you were supposed to be here like an hour ago." Sal laughed. Clearly he'd ruffled Arte's feathers a bit. He held onto the rack. "Go sit down, I have a breakfast sandwich you can have. You just rolled out of bed, right? I bet you didn't even stop to eat." _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I’m not normally late.” Arte replied, furrowed brows and cheeks puffed. “It’s your sandwich, and your day off. I’m here now, I can handle it.” She argued, though given how haggard she looked, it would be more surprising if Sal relented and let her take over than if he sat her down with the sandwich himself.
"I know you can, but you clearly need a minute, so I'm choosing to give you my sandwich and my help because I can spend my day off any which way I like." Sal insisted. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Arte let out a defeated huff, but gave in as she was pretty tired.
“Fine, but once I’m settled you gotta get out of here. Otherwise you’re going to get overtime.” Arte said, releasing the cart and going to sit at the counter and unwrapping the sandwich.
"Jokes on you, I didn't punch in." Sal grinned as he wheeled the rack the rest of the way out of the shop. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
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