Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
Somehow Mateo thought she would, and the way the smile continues to light up his face says as much. "Euphorbia milii it is," he says, shifting to inch by a few lilies and other flowers so he can select one for her. "Since it is your first one, I would recommend this," he says, carefully lifting a small pot with a crown-of-thorns in full bloom. "She is well established and is already flowering. If you get along and want to try some others, we could try some younger plants."
But for now, this one should find herself very happy in a new home, and he offers it out to her to take. "I can write some care instructions for you, if you would like," he continues, already considering as much when she makes her query. "Ah, well," Mateo says, riding the words out on a sigh. "Every species and variation has its own personality, you see. To me they are like little people."
And he lets that hang in the air for a second, before offering her a crooked smile. "I just really like plants," he confesses. "I have done since I was small. It is just practice, I suppose."
But for now, this one should find herself very happy in a new home, and he offers it out to her to take. "I can write some care instructions for you, if you would like," he continues, already considering as much when she makes her query. "Ah, well," Mateo says, riding the words out on a sigh. "Every species and variation has its own personality, you see. To me they are like little people."
And he lets that hang in the air for a second, before offering her a crooked smile. "I just really like plants," he confesses. "I have done since I was small. It is just practice, I suppose."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
