Name : Benjamin Akia HawkinsNicknames : Ben Age : 26D.O.B. : December 1stSexuality : BisexualAppearance : Tattoo's/Piercing's/Markings Ben has a septum piercing that he got when he was going through his rebellious teenage phase. There's also a long thin scar on his cheek, after a run in with a drunk ex-girlfriendLikes : ♡ Flowers♡ Spicy food♡ Nature♡ Coffee♡ Rainy days♡ Reading ♡ Comic Books♡ Being independent ♡ Singing to the radio ♡ Dislikes : ♥ Loud annoying music♥ Alcoholics ♥ People who are overly aggressive ♥ CatsPetsBen found these two little pups in an alley on his way home. He was going to rehome them, but he i=ended up keeping them instead.Beau, MaleChiffon, Female
Everyone in the flower business knew that brides could be difficult to deal with, that was just a given. However Benjamin was having particular trouble getting the bride and her mom to agree on what kinds of flowers, hell he couldn't even get them to agree on the amount of flowers they wanted. Between that and the mother's snide comments about how the place would do much better hands of a woman Ben was surprised he hadn't strangled either of them yet. The only respite was the bride's younger brother Michael, who was an absolute gift sent from above. He said all the things that Ben wasn't allowed to say and it was fricking hilarious the way his mother would glare at him, he was also easy on the eyes which was a huge plus in Ben's opinion. Benjamin sighed, he really hoped Michael was coming in today, it would make his day much more enjoyable and maybe someone would actually make a decision, which would be the icing on the proverbial cake. As Ben arrived at the shop he debated the merits of remaining closed for the day, unfortunately there were more cons than pros one being he'd have to call everyone who was scheduled to work that day, plus there were deliveries, accounting issues to be taken care of, and he had an appointment/consultation thing with someone at the tattoo shop next door that he couldn't afford to miss or Chelsea would never let him live it down. He shook his head as he unlocked the doors and stepped into the shop, heading straight for the back so he could get the accounting bits squared away before shipments arrived. Thankfully the issues were only minor and the place was quiet, so he could concentrate on his work without his next door' neighbor's volume of music bothering him. He didn't mind having a shop next to his, in fact if it wasn't for the music he'd probably be ecstatic about the extra business coming in.
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