"The Bittersweet's meaning is that of Truth, truth about feelings or meaning. The truth of love, hate or sadness - as long as it is the truth this flower means it."

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TULIP fiddled with the pen in her hand, staring at her beautiful watch - brown leather strap and plain white face. She was interested in asking Begonia these questions. These interviews were pointless as she was already hell bent on hiring Begonia. Not only because she was completely intrigued with his background and their meeting, but because his name was one of her favorite flower. One of her favourite flowers - her list went on and on with flowers - but Begonias were definitely on that list. It was such an uncommon name to be used for someone, his face didn't even match it - would be other peoples opinions. But beware. She could use so many flower related pick-up-lines.

"Thank you for your time Caspian." She smiled as he stood up from the chair, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. He was at least seven years older than her - he would be better off applying for a job on the flower feild.

"Hope to hear from you." He waved awkwardly, walking out the door, Tulip hot on his heels. It was Begonias turn, his snarling expression were just narrowed eyes and a pulled back lip, show casing his teeth. He was the definition of deadly.

"Begonia Harrison." Tulip called out, feeling the dark haired tyrants eyes on her. He shoulder barged against one of them, causing them to stumble forwarde and glare at the back of his head. "Nice to see you here on this fine morning." She breathed, mist being created as the warmth of her breath met the cold, damp morning air.

"Yeah - it's earlier than I expected." He answered, walking into the room. Pots hanging from the ceiling had vines and moss over hanging, the wall covered in a green mess material that let the sun come in - cold air entering through it. Two chairs had been placed off to the side, both cold, silver metal.

"Unfortunately if you get the job you will have to come in at this time - or earlier." She shrugged, walking past him to sit at one of the seats. Staring at her, he noticed she was wearing the same floral, green apron from yesterday - numerous dirt and grass stains covered it, protecting a plain mustard yellow dress that reached her knees, she wore a matching pair of bellow the ankle lace up tennis shoes. "Sit down." She smiled, crossing one leg over the other as she scribbled on her clipboard. Reluctantly, Begonia sauntered over and sat across from her in the awkwardly cold chair. A moment of silence spread between them as she read over his paperwork - not that he had given her any. He guessed she did some digging to get all the information she had right now. "I heard you got out of jail the other day - congratulations." She said, breaking the silence. Begonia froze, staring wide eyed at her as she continued to stare down at her clipboard. "Petty theft and vandalism." She said again, not bothering to sugar coat anything. "Having this job would look good with your parole officer." She finally looked up, staring at him with her brown eyes.

"I - " he didn't have anything to say, it was a fantasy to think he would actually get a job so quickly this fresh out of jail - or out of jail in general.

"It seems you actually have a purpose for this job - you seem to need it more than the rest." She went on, closing the clipboard and continuing to stare him straight in the eyes. "This could replace your original community service - and a great learning experience, both knowledgeable and behavioral."

"Why are you saying all this?" He asked, furrowing his brows at her in complete confusion.

"I'm brainstorming what I can tell your parole officer for when I call him tonight. He'll come in with you tomorrow morning, same time, to begin your work here." She went on, standing up from her chair, the metal scraping against the concrete floor. "Congratulations Mr Harrison, you got the job." She smiled, forcibly shaking his hand as he stared up at her in even more confusion.

"I thought there would be more to it." He admitted shocked, standing up and following her out the room.

"Sorry everyone - interviews are over for today, the positions are now no longer vacant, thank you for your corporation - if you are interested in a job with the Flowers Delight than please go to the founding office next time you are free with your Resume and you will be directed further with that meeting." She ratted on, smiling at the three people that were left in the room, other than Begonia. Nobody made any sound of complaints, either because they were not annoyed at wasting their time being there or that Begonia stood behind her with his arms folded and lips pulled back in a dissarming frown. "Well - I have a full day of work ahead of me. You can stay if you want, or leave." Tulip gave him the options, letting him weigh them in his mind as she pampered a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

"I have nothing else to do." He shrugged, leaning against the counter.

"Oh - for the uniform, you can wear you want as long as you wear long pants that cover your ankles, enclosed shoes, and make sure your shirts aren't licensed or have any inappropriate things on it." She smiled sheepishly, picking up clippers and cutting off a few leaves. Nodding his head, he wondered what his Parole Officer would think when he finds out that Begonia didn't have enough money to afford a hotel room and had to break into one last night.

"I don't have any licensed t-shirts anyway." He shrugged, watching as she skipped around the store - fixing any little thing before officially opening the shop. "But I think I could get one about a special plant."

"I feel like we're going to become great friends - the best." She smiled, throwing her gorgeous honey hair over her shoulder to smile at him excitedly. "Because I think all plants are special - I have this one shirt that has a flower pun on it - well it's not really a pun, more of a flower being used in a funny sentence - wait, that is a pun." She raved on, rubbing her dirty hands on her apron.

"I'd like to see that." He said reluctantly, watching as she spun on her heel to smile widley at her.

"Really?" She giggled excitedly, placing her clippers into the pocket of her apron. "Cause I've got these pair of earings - " he had never been forced to listen to someone talk about flowers before - and it was all Tulip ever talked about.