I have never written a romance in my life so this will be a Journey. Buckle up.
Any of you with romantic experience, please feel free to kindly point out if I get something about being lovey-dovey wrong.
This is a fic with several non-straight characters so if you're Like That about The Gays, don't read. Not that hard.
All that aside, Enjoy!

Tulips are drowning the store Danny works in. It is April, after all; they are in season and bright and lovely and all that. Despite that, all the tulips really did was invade Danny's sense of smell from morning to evening until he's worried he'll only ever really smell tulips ever again. The day has been slow (random Wednesdays in April are not the busiest days for a florist shop, after all), and that means Danny has been tending to the flowers and messing with the small gardening supplies. The trowel lay next to the cash register, having been murdered by the water sprayer half an hour ago. There was a slight mist over the corners of the shop, leaving the place somehow even more humid and strong in flower and assorted plant fragrance. He looks at the checklist in one of the drawers. Procrastination takes over him, because telling a Facebook group that there's tulips on sale next week is not fun, and having the seed packets investigate the murder of the trowel is so much more interesting, besides, carnation packet just found a clue that leads to water sprayer—

The gentle chime indicates the door opens and Danny startles, shoving the trowel and seed packets to the side in a haste. He straightens his posture slightly, smiles, and waves.

"Hello, welcome to Jenny's Floral; how may I help you?" The customer turns to look at him and it takes Danny way too long to realize he's staring at a Teen Titan. Just a customer, Danny reminds himself. "Tulips are in season. Very sweet scent. There is a bargain deal on a bouquet of a dozen." The Teen Titan smiles at him, showing a sharp underbite. Somehow, he's shorter than Danny, and Danny allows himself to revel in not having to look up for once. "Mister…" Living in this part of Jump City made it so that he wasn't needing to be saved from a supervillain. What's the guy's name again?

"Beast Boy," the hero laughs, unsure if Danny was messing with him or not. Beast Boy cocks his head to look at the name tag. "Nice to meet you, Danny. Are you new here? I used to buy flowers here and I've never seen you before."

"Not new, per say, but I've been here less than a year. Would you like to smell one of the tulips?" Danny gestures at the display bouquet next to the cash register and Beast Boy walks over, sniffing it slightly. "Jenny's Floral makes an effort to buy and grow plants that retain their full fragrance." Beast Boy looks at the other flowers in the slightly cramped shop before turning back to face Danny.

"Do you like, know any flowers girls like, my dude?" Danny blinks. What.

"I'm not really good at relationship advice." His only relationship was Valerie and that was a disaster. Beast Boy gives him a pleading look, eyes big, and Danny finds himself opening the binder in the desk's cabinet. He thumbs through it. Oh, sweet. "Tulips represent perfect love," Danny reads. He closes the binder. "Anyone can appreciate that gesture." Beast Boy lights up and opens his wallet. That was… fast.

"I'll buy five."

"Are you sure? The five separate technical cost more than the dozen." Beast Boy shakes his head.

"No, just five. Oh, and one rose please, dude." Danny gets to work, cutting the rose's thorns and snipping the stems at an angle. He sprays the preservative solution and smiles warmly when he's done loosely wrapping the flowers together in the paper. Beast Boy gives him the money, and when their hands touch, the boy's glove feels welcoming. "Thank you, dude!" Beast Boy calls out. He then leans on the counter. "So, should I make a pun or a nice line? Or do I just give the flower and then start talking? What's better?"

Danny squints in confusion. "I don't know. I sell flowers, not relationship advice," he stresses again. "Maybe start a conversation first and then give the flower? I'm more lost than you." Danny's cheeks feel hot at having to instruct someone else on flirting. Maybe he's actually destroying the guy's chances of getting a date. Still, Beast Boy takes the idea with interested eyes and a trusting smile. Beast Boy swivels on his heel and spares one last glance to the confused Danny, who hasn't noticed he was leaning closer on the counter with his elbows to get a better look at his customer.

"Thanks! I'll tell you how it goes!" Danny pales. Please don't tell me he actually listened to me…

"Again, I'm not a love doctor—" The door closes again with a soft chime, leaving Danny with nothing but a slow exhale and an incredulous expression. With a shake of his head, Danny resumes his job cleaning the counter and then reading the to-do list. Still quite a few ways to go. And it's already three thirty. He needs to hurry up.

Danny is just about done updating the Jenny's Floral Facebook when Jenny walks in, face tired but eyes alive. She gives her employee a cheery wave and looks at her watch. "In half an hour we can wrap up," she says. Danny waves her off.

"You can go upstairs. I don't think lifting stuff and sweeping is… the best for you right now." Jenny places her hands on her hips. There is an amused expression in her eyes.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying, young man?" Jenny's eyes narrow. Danny purses his lips.

"I'm saying that you've been out all day," he tries to dodge the bullet, but Jenny simply crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.

"You're saying that the baby and I aren't capable of cleaning up my own shop." Jenny laughs at Danny's flustered face before pointing at the broom. "I'm kidding, Danny. You can wrap up early if you want. How was business today?" Danny shrugs and starts cleaning.

"I updated the Facebook page," Danny begins, moving aside a pot to clean under it. Luckily, no ants. "I also made a few sales, but the only interesting one— well, actually, a girl asked me if a twenty-flour flower bouquet was too much of a get-well gift for her 'BFF' from lacrosse— I digress, someone saying they're an old customer came back and asked me for love advice." Jenny's laugh is warm yet surprised. A heat rises to Danny's cheeks when Jenny pretends to try to stile her laugh.

"Did you tell them to get an advice book from the library or something?" she asks humorously. Danny groans, regretting bringing it up at all.

"I tried, but this guy was insistent that I somehow knew whether or not tulips would charm a girl. That Teen Titan, Beast Boy." There is a small quiet that has Danny looking up from where he's double-checking the leaves of the plants near the window display aren't sun-damaged and he shrinks back her his boss's miffed expression. Was Beast Boy banned from the store?

"He didn't even stay to say hi? Guess he forgot about poor old Jenny." She clicks her tongue sadly, genuinely insulted she wasn't even left a message. She locks the shop door and flips the sign to 'closed'. Danny reaches up with a few jumps to reach the metal rolling gate. Without the outdoor lights, the store felt dark.

"He said he's coming back once he finds out whether or not tulips will get him a date," Danny reassured. Satisfied with his work, he returns the supplies and pops his back, flinging off the apron messily and shoving it in one of the cabinets. He lets Jenny go up the stairs first her steps slow as she tries to navigate the cramped space. They both take off their shoes and lock that door as well, and Jenny drops her bag before going straight to the kitchenette. The kettle is filled and Danny sits tiredly on one of the cozy floral patterned chairs. It creaks under the strain of being moved. Jenny turns on the stove and sits across from him on the small table, unable to get as close to the table and put her head down. "What'd the doctor say?" Danny asks. Jenny pats her stomach.

"He's healthy and so am I. No complications. The ultrasound shows he's the size of a pomegranate." Danny whistles softly. "Is it bad I'm already excited?" she jokes. Danny chuckles and shakes his head. There's some more small talk until the kettle whistles and Danny gets up. He drops a chamomile tea bag and sugar into Jenny's pastel flower patterned mug and plain sleepy time into his plain yellow mug. She thanks him and starts sipping the sweet hot fluid. Under the yellow light her dark skin looks orange in undertones, light reflecting off her mahogany skin warmly. Her coily curls catch the light from her tightly twisted ponytail, and her dark brown eyes hold an energy in them contrasting her otherwise exhausted face. She plays with the frills of her bright leaf-patterned shirt between sips.

Danny sighs into his mug and appreciates the natural sweetness of the tea. If he could be out before nine that would be ideal. Jenny blows into her mug.

"You can shower first," she says absently. "Just be sure to tell me more about Beast Boy before you fall asleep. I need to hear how that little rascal has been doing."

"Sure thing, Jen." Danny's voice comes out more tired than he thought, and maybe the boredom wore him out. The shower is quick and the cool, clean clothes are a relief to every part of Danny's body as he takes his now cooled down mug to the couch and sinks into it. Jenny finishes her tea and then goes to get cleaned up as well, leaving Danny to continue sipping his drink. Soon enough, Jenny is also sitting on the couch next to him in surprisingly not floral pajamas, but a plain gray nightdress. She settles into the cushions and turns to face him.

"Go on, tell me," she says. She still looks offended at Beast Boy not leaving her a message, but her expression contains no fire. Danny shrugs and sips his tea once more. He recounts the encounter with a perplexed look on his face, swirling the mug once in a while.

"I'm still confused. Either I'm the best salesman or he's just weird."

"You forgot the name of one of the five most influential heroes in the city?" Jenny asked, incredulous. Danny puffs out his cheeks.

"I rarely see them. Either way, let's see how his tulips turn out tomorrow. You should rest." Despite his words, Jenny was not the first to yawn. Danny put down him mug on the coffee table and hugged one of the cushions. "I'll be sure to tell him off," he mumbled. Jenny grins.

"Thanks." Footsteps, then the lights were off and Danny was out just as quickly.

A small bit of sunlight through the bright yellow curtains tint the room a welcoming orange, and the sounds of a few commuting cars wakes Danny up. Still early, but he has to get ready quickly if he wants to open up on time and not also be running around wildly while a customer walks in. It wasn't exactly record time for him, that's what oversleeping was for, but it was still quick and he inhales breakfast, leaves it in the sink, and practically jumps down the stairs to water the plants that need to be watered, put some change in the cash register from the safe, and then almost has his arm be yanked off by the rolling gate. He flips the sign and stands behind the counter again. He has an hour until Jenny wakes up, so he looks at the bouquet ribbons and starts checking for frays when— a soft chime interrupts his morning near panic, and customers are never this early but Danny smiles anyway and almost starts his greeting before he sees who it is. Then he sighs.

"Beast Boy," he greets. The hero walks up to him with a disappointed face. "How'd the tulips go?" He already knows the answer before Beast Boy even opens his mouth.

"Excessive for most, and the only one that liked the tulip was hit on mid conversation and walked away from me with the flower still in her hand."

"Ouch."

"I know, dude." Beast Boy's voice trails off.

"By the way, Jenny's pissed you didn't send her a 'hey' or anything." Beast Boy looks up, confused then horrified.

"I knew I was forgetting something!" he squeaks. "I'll stay until she's up." Danny turns to look at the clock.

"Another forty-five minutes at the least. I hope you're not busy." Beast Boy shakes his head.

"We get to do whatever today. I'm planning to buy more tulips." Danny nods absently at Beast Boy's remark, then furrows his eyebrows.

"Wait; what?" Not the he was going to deny the guy business but judging from yesterday's results, there is no reason to get more.

"Yeah, dude! Eventually someone who likes tulips will come up to me." His confidence in the tulips leaves Danny amused.

"Okay, pick your flowers and after I prepare them I'll get my boss so she can say hi."

"The red one, two yellow ones, and that really colorful one." Beast Boy grins as he speaks, and Danny gets the order ready before running up the stairs.

"Jenny! It's Beast Boy!" The woman startles from her breakfast and starts to scold Danny for scaring her, then stops.

"Oh, he's here! I'll be there in a minute or two." Her shorts and nearly neon pink shirt make her look way too cheery for woke-up-less-than-an-hour-ago, but her gait down the stairs is somehow energized and Beast Boy looks up when he hears their footsteps as they enter. His eyes land on Jenny, then on the bump, and his wide eyes become a congratulatory smile. He starts to wave, but the stern hands on her hips make him stop. "You didn't even leave a message," she pouts finally, and Beast Boy scratches his neck.

"I wasn't thinking," he says simply. Jenny rolls her eyes.

"'Course you weren't. Come here." She opens her arms for a hug, and Danny shuffles next to the two of them. After the hug is over, Jenny's expression turns teasing. "How's flirting with flowers going?" Determination flashes in the hero's eyes.

"I'll find someone who will accept the flowers. I'll go at it every day. And I promise I'll say hi," Beast Boy puffs out hi chest with the statement. Jenny laughs amiably.

"I knew you'd say that. Well, off to flirting after you pay. Be sure to tell Danny here how it goes. He needs the social contact." Danny jumps.

"What?" But Jenny is now cupping her face and shaking her head as if witnessing a tragedy.

"No friends outside of his boss." Jenny's words make Danny turn pink and he looks down. "I'm kidding, he pets this one stray cat, so that's two friends technically. Danny— don't give me that look, you know I'm right— ring up the price, okay? I'm checking storage."

Danny is brusque in handing Beast Boy his change, mandatory "thank you for your purchase" forced out between his teeth. Beast Boy scratches his neck.

"Well, dude, I'll see you later or tomorrow. I'll tell you how it goes. I would have even if Jenny hadn't said anything considering you're the only love doctor I know." It takes Danny a second too long to catch the last part of the sentence, and by the time he tries to correct the Teen Titan again, the storefront door closes and the boy is out of sight with his flowers. As if on cue, Jenny leaves storage. Danny makes a point to ignore her and Jenny chuckles.

"Teenagers," she mumbles, ruffling Danny's hair and then going to the back office door. "I'll be doing my stuff, then. If you need anything, come in like always." The door closes, and Danny leans over the counter and starts tapping his fingers rhythmically. More customers come in sporadically throughout the day. Danny learns that there is a gymnastics competition today and one girl's father has already decided she's winning, that a girl named Steph has laryngitis and loves daisies, and that the guy in front of him knows very little about relationships. And roses.

"I don't think roses will make your girlfriend less mad at you," Danny points out. "Especially roses that don't even exist." The guy in front of him hits the counter, and Danny sits up straighter in surprise, fear, and anger. His blood is loud in his ears.

"No! There have to be black roses."

"We can dye some for you that should be ready by tomorrow, but organic black roses are not real."

Just as the guy seems to boil over the edge, and Danny's ready to yell back, policy be damned, a gloved hand grabs the man and stops him. He turns around brusquely, ready to mouth off whoever decided to pull his shoulder, and then he stops. Danny peeks around the man's frame. Beast Boy is there, single rose in his hand and a pseudo-friendly look on his face.

"What's the problem, dude?" Beast Boy asks, cocking his head. The man is in complete silence staring at the Teen Titan in front of him. "Here, take this to your girlfriend." There's a few choking sounds of gratitude and then he's gone, leaving Danny staring at the closing shop door and then the green boy in front of him."

"Thanks," Danny breathes out. Beast Boy shrugs with his big-toothed smile.

"It's my job. And he was being rude." He straighten up, remembering something. "Oh! There's a pun I want to ask you about, before I reveal it to the beautiful public." Danny raises a single thick eyebrow.

"If this is about the whole flirting tactic—" Beast Boy beats him to it, gesturing to one of the display tulips and waggling his eyebrows.

"Looking at these tulips, I can't help but think they're not as beautiful as your tulips." He winks, and Danny feels heat in his face taking over.

"Do not start a conversation like that if you ever use that," Danny forces out after he got air into his lungs again. "Seriously, don't just drop that on someone." Danny touches his cheeks absently and notes how hot they are. He's definitely blushing, probably making Beast Boy think it was an effective flirt-pun. Dammit.

"Oh, okay, thanks." Beast Boy furrows his eyebrows. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure." Danny waves Beast Boy off and regains control of his face. It's not as hot anymore. "Did you need anything else?"

"Well, I was wondering if there was anything else outside of flowers and roses. Can you look at your little binder thing for me dude?" Beast Boy gestures at the counter. Danny pulls out the binder and flips through the dividers until he finds the Valentine's Day section. He squints at the page. He lists a few other flowers before opening the store's inventory catalogue.

"Well, if you want to try out our dyeing service, we could dye a carnation red. We don't have real red carnations on us at the moment."

"Maybe tomorrow," Beast Boy says. He looks around the shop. "Any other flirting tips?" Danny sighs.

"Again, I'm not… whatever," he mumbles, accepting his fate. "Start a conversation, smile, don't stand too close? I don't know," he fumbles over his words. Beast Boy, however, takes it all to heart.

"I'll make sure to use those. Thanks, Love Doc! Tell Jenny I say hi! See ya tomorrow dude!"

The shop is quiet again and Danny takes that opportunity to groan loudly and then pinch the bridge of his nose.

Two lips. The heat rises to his face again and he punches the counter. He stands up and knocks on Jenny's office door before entering. There's a radio turned on at her desk— so that's why she didn't come out when I was being yelled at— and a calculator was practically inches from her face. She waves at him, then pauses.

"You're all red," she notes. Danny leans on the doorway.

"I know," he couldn't help but his, touching his cheeks again. "It's stupid. Where's our red dye again? Just in case." Jenny snorts.

"Cover up blood of a customer or something?" Her eyes twinkle with amusement, and Danny's frustration increases and disappears at the sight leaving his chest feeling weird.

"I wish that would work." He rolls his eyes, and despite his irritation there's a smile tugging at his lips. "No, it's in case we get an order for a dye tomorrow. Beast Boy says hi," he adds. His boss's smile turns somewhat teasing. She opens her mouth, about to say something, but stops with a shake of her head and a quiet laugh to herself.

"Storage room front shelf on the right. The box is labelled," she says instead, then goes back to her calculator and scratch pad, frowning slightly as she tries to remember where she was. Danny nods.

"Thanks." The steps out and closes the office door. "I hope he gets slapped if he uses that one," he says to himself. To stop the warmth in his cheeks, he lightly slaps them and exhales. "Whatever. I need to focus on work." His eyes land on the tulip display. "Stupid flowers," he grumbles before burying himself in the cash register to avoid the sight of them. Thirty bucks later, the emotions involved in the encounter are somewhat forgotten. He breathes easily.

He has to admit it's a good pun, though. Maybe he should save that one for himself.

I spent seven minutes trying to make that flirt-pun. Not meant to be a great pun sine it's Danny and Beast Boy.
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Since the end of my last story I've been improving my life and am in a better space: clean room, taking my meds, finding out I'm Super Anemic, and I spent fifteen dollars on a cow toy that squeaks. I also made bread. Been a bit of a disaster trying to get my summer assignments done, though. Wish me luck!

I do not think there's a ship name for this? I call it Green Boys but am open to suggestions. If you call it ecto-beast I will disown you.

Cross-posted on my AO3 (same name as here). Love y'all and see y'all around!