It was a common world, a common continent, a common country, a common city with common premises and common florirorias. You will wonder what a floriroria is, and it is normal since only the people who inhabit such a planet -and the narrator, that is me- could know its meaning, because it was something from another world for some, and for others, the simple reality of forever. A floriroria is a place where the inhabitants of Poglot - that's the name of the country where such people lived - buy their delicious and beautiful flowers. With them, they prepared the most exquisite delicacies that anyone could taste in all that floral world, and for this reason, it is that people from all over the world came to Poglot to try them. The most popular florirorist in Poglot was young Jacklie Jones, they spoke only wonders of him and magnificent of him as well as delicious flowers of him. Jacklie not only sold flowers but he had a floré in which he served anyone who wanted to visit him with a smile, varieties of florés -they were teas and coffees made with flowers, it should be clarified- and after paying, a gift flower for have customers eat it on the way home or to work. Young Jones had dark brown hair, not so short, but enough to at least have a little fringe on both sides of his eyes, which were almond-colored that would drive anyone crazy. He was tall, and was almost always seen in his florirorist uniform - it consisted of a white shirt, black pants, and an apron of the same color that surrounded his waist and had a pocket where he used to keep his notebook after writing the orders in it of your dear customers. At just twenty years old, Jones' success was so great that he received clients even from Haniglon, a country on the other side of the Pandicui Ocean, and that was enough for him, or at least they thought it was. But in reality, Jacklie felt lonely despite being visited every day -except Sundays, when he was not working- and more because most of his clients came as a couple and very much in love. This sometimes saddened Jones, but he always smiled at his loyal and kind clients:
–Good morning, dear customer, what are you going to want today? Jacklie asked with her notebook in hand and smiling with his utmost kindness, although when he did, unconsciously his eyes would close, and he would not see anything until he heard the orders and opened them to write on the notebook.
In this case, he waited several seconds until the customer told him his request, then he was forced to open his eyes to see if something was wrong with him, but when he saw it, he realized that everything seemed normal. However, he was looking at the florirorist in a strange but kind way.
–Mister? Jacklie said to get his client to react, which worked and he smiled –What do you want to order today?
–Oh ... Ahm, well ... This? His client seemed nervous and indecisive, but luckily, Jacklie had more patience than anyone in Poglot.
–If you like, I could recommend the floré and the sandwich of the day - then the client looked towards Jacklie and nodded shyly - Good. The florirorist crouched next to the client and began to point out a type of floré and cake that were the specialty of the day - and of the floriroría.
–I think I'll ask what you recommend. He said at last and smilingly handed the Florirorist the menu after he jumped up completely energetically, then went to the kitchen to prepare the order.
After a while, Jacklie returned to the "curious customer" table, as he had started to call it. This was a classic with Jones since he did not usually ask the names of the clients, not even the frequent ones because he liked to put his own nicknames, which he enjoyed. And a lot. He then handed the order to the curious customer with a smile, wished him well, and left.
It was almost dark now and Jacklie was cleaning the floristeria's bar, waiting for all the customers to finish leaving. Only the curious customer was left, so after cleaning he began to look at him carefully, and even if he had a book covering his face, Jones could appreciate some parts of his face - the book was not very big - like his forehead, eyebrows, nose, and her eyelashes, which were truly long and intense. You may wonder why they were intense, but the truth was there was no why, Jacklie only knew they were like that. And while he was concentrating on his thoughts, he hadn't realized that the curious customer had already put away his book and was looking at him curiously, until he approached Jones and he was startled. He could be almost literally in the clouds without feeling anything or anyone around him, although it was not very common for someone to pass near him during those little embarrassing situations.
–This ... Mr. Jones? The appointed one blinked several times until he came down from the clouds and smiled.
–Tell me, dear customer. This embarrassed the curious customer for some reason, but he shook his head and said:
–It's just that I'm done, and I'd like to know how much it will cost. He asked him sitting in a chair in front of the bar and Jacklie.
–Of course! One moment, please. Then the florirorist took the notebook out of his pocket on his so carefully ironed apron - yes, even if the day was ending, it was still ironed and without an annoying stain on it - and began to do accounts on his calculator. It must be said that this was not a common world for you, my reader, so instead of paying with paper money, there were different types of meat – Well, it will be fourteen sausages with twenty-five meatballs.
The curious customer looked in his meallet -that is purse, wallet-, which was stamped with cherry blossoms, which made Jacklie very excited because he seriously adored them, and more to eat them baked with weeping willow leaves. After giving him what he owed, the curious customer thanked and praised Jones and then said goodbye and left while the florirorist waved the curious customer away from him, wishing that he would hopefully return the next day.