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Blake did not have a crush on the owner of the nearby flower shop, no matter what Ruby said. Sure, Sun was cute and friendly and funny and just amazing in general, but that didn't mean Blake had a crush on him!
Right?
Judging by Ruby's too wide grin as she watched Sun and Blake talk, the answer was no.
Blake glanced back at Sun, watching as he went on about how Scarlet had brought in some new allium that morning and a customer had immediately come in to buy it all, something about proposing to her girlfriend. Blake nodded politely as she listened.
"-and then Jaune came in asking for orange lilies because they went with Pyrrha's hair. Orange lilies, Blake! What message is he trying to tell her!" Sun lamented, arms flying as he rambled.
Blake gave an indulgent smile, following Sun through his flower shop, "And what do orange lilies symbolize?"
"Hatred! Disdain! Bad things!" Sun shrieked. "Lilies in general are usually bad flowers to give to lovers! What is Jaune even thinking?"
"I'm not sure he does…"
Sun huffed, picking up a bundle of blue lilac. "He should start; isn't he friends with Ren? Ren could teach him. Not that I don't understand what he's going through," Sun mumbled the last bit, adding some pink dahlias to his bundle. Then he threw in some yellow tulips.
He spun around with his usual flourish and gifted the flowers to Blake, who took them with a light blush dusting her cheeks, trying to ignore Ruby's background squeals.
"Here you go, kitty cat," Sun winked. "On the house."
Blake's smile grew as she gazed at Sun fondly, "Sun, this is the fourth time you've given me flowers on the house. I'm going to need to start paying eventually."
"Nah. You're my favorite, and I don't make my favorite pay. Also, don't look too deep into that," he said with finger guns. The bell above the door chimed, and Sun gave Blake a quick wave before rushing off to deal with a new customer.
Ruby hopped up to Blake, clinging to her arm with wide eyes. When she spoke, her words rushed out almost too fast to be understood. "Do you know what those flowers mean?"
"No? Ruby, they're just friendly flowers." Blake soothed, laughing slightly. Ruby violently shook her head, short strands of hair flying everywhere.
"You're dating a florist and you really don't know?"
"Me and Sun aren't dating, Rubes. Besides, why do you even know?" As far as Blake knew, Ruby only stopped by Sun's little shop when accompanying someone else, usually Blake or Ren.
Ruby rolled her eyes, "Because I asked Sun about it to write fanfic, duh! You beta'd that, Blake!" She did. "And look! Blue lilacs mean happiness and tranquility, pink dahlias mean kindness and beauty, and yellow tulips stand for hope!"
"So… Sun's happy? That's not too odd-"
"He gave them to you, Blake." Ruby pointed out. "C'mon, I've seen the stuff you read! Surely you can figure this out!"
Blake could easily, but she didn't want to get her hopes up. She was still coming to terms with the fact she liked Sun -not to say she does, of course- so the thought of Sun having a crush back was too good to be true.
She shook her head with a sigh. Why couldn't Yang watch Ruby today? Why did Ruby even need to be watched, she's 15 for crying out loud!
"Ruby," Blake started to say slowly, "Sun doesn't have a crush on me-"
"-what about me?" Sun jumped in, all smiles and bright energy. He looked between the two of them eagerly and he almost reminded Blake of a golden retriever.
"We were just talking about-" Ruby began. Loudly. Blake grimaced and rushed over to Ruby, covering her mouth and smiling up at Sun.
"-about how nice your shop is looking today! Did you do some spring cleaning?" Blake hurried to cover up. Ruby struggled in her arms, words only slightly muffled by Blake's hands. She didn't give up even as Sun perked up and began to explain how he moved the shelves of violets to the back.
Blake sighed in relief as Sun continued to talk and Ruby went limp in her arms. She may have a smidgen of a crush on Sun, and Sun may like her back, but they were both still young. Whatever comes next could take its own time, neither would need to force their confessions; they'd just live, day by day, for now.