Rose Cupcake.

Chapter 1 - Boy-From-Heaven.

A sunlit day. Just similar to the past one and likely to be similar to the other. Until the winter strikes with its lovely December. It is said that every person has his/her own unique perspective and their own normal but different day.

I would like to add up here is with uniqueness humans have unity. Unity for something they may commonly like, love, or want.

Just like these two.

A flourished flower shop run by an ethical cheerful lady is today short of flowers.

Unity test - Someone else problem can be our solution or make an issue in our routine.

'May I get twenty fresh Red Roses, My lady?' A fellow asks with all the gentle manners which an actual gentle person may carry. Every word curved his lips into a smile which was adorable to blink your eyes from. His face was the face of a puppy who can never be denied. His white plain oversize shirt and black jeans made him look like a model out on a ramp but nothing can shade his innocence which sprinkled through his eyes.

'It's hard today to get twenty red roses. I delivered two hundred red roses yesterday. But for you, I may try to get as many as I could.' The lady who already was under the boy-from-heaven charm. She was ready to turn the shop upside down to get the boy-from-heaven his delighted roses.

If heaven existed, then how come hell may stay behind? Well, hell wasn't an evil place until Satan and his team stayed there to make it one. So, you can say a hell without a satan is hell with a beautiful but fierce arrogant Witch. Who shades in black. Oh! Speak of the witch and witch appears.

'Swish!' Girl barges in the shop as if she owns it, plucks a white rose, and smells it as to gain her powers. May be she takes this shop as a hell. Her black satchel seems like a disguised wand.

'Diana! I need ten Red Roses. To go. And be fast.' The Witch of the Hell orders.

'Oh! Why does everyone in the town need Red Roses on the same day? Is there something special I missed on?' Diana almost got cursed by the Witches eye. Her attempt at being sarcastic failed.

'Look dear, I sold two hundred Red Roses yesterday night and there is already a customer who is Boy-From-Heaven needs twenty Roses. I am not sure if I can get him that but I may try to get at least half for him. He can't be denied.' Diana almost whispered to make sure the empty reception doesn't get a word.

'Who the hell you are rejecting me for? Huh?'

Oh My God! The witch is on fire which matches the yellow and orange dress she wears. Okay, wait! Is she a fire witch?.

Diana points to the boy.

Woah! The Fire Witch got defame. The movement she got her eyes on the boy-from-heaven facing white lilies. She forgot every other movement to be evil. It was really difficult to vote for the whiter lily or the boy's shirt. But both were better off when the shiny face from the heavens turn to the Witch and smiled and turned again to lilies and hold them.

Diana took her off to the store to not let down the boy-from-heaven. But the Witch only had a lustrous desire and devilish eyes on the innocent boy.

Somebody save our little boy.

'Are the lilies seems too beautiful to handle? I may just crush them to take my place.'

Witch whispers to herself while her eyes have forgotten the natural rule of blinking.

Diana comes with the Roses and calls out the boy.

The Witch whirled to the opposite as she can't let her standard down with being obvious with her crush. As her Witchy nature, she must play hard to get as always.

'It was so difficult but I still managed to get at least ten Red roses for you. I would advise you to visit the flower shop on the outskirts of the town for more.' Diana suggests with an immense amount of regret.

'That's great.' The Witch hurled.

'How?' The poor boy-from-heaven gets confused by the unexpected reaction.

'Well, I needed ten roses for my best friend's birthday today. And I can't make out to the other shop as it's too far. So, you should go. I promise I won't follow you.' Witch smirks.

'Why would I go? When I am getting my roses here, Am I?'

Diana nods is a huge yes. C'mon who would try to get sulky on you apart from one being a Witch.

'But they are not enough of what you asked? You asked for twenty?' Witch gets an eye closer to the boy.

'I did. But I guess I'm okay with how much I get. I have a special day. Can't lose much time.' The boy explains with the money to be paid in his hands.

'Date?' Diana asks with a pouty face.

'Friend's birthday.' Boy informs while paying for the Roses.

'Seems, like we both are sailing on the same boat.' Witch dares to snatch the money from the boy.

'Let's give a try to the logic, you are not getting enough roses and the shop has the exact amount of roses I need. So, maybe heaven's signal me to get these roses. And you may look for it at the other shop. Where you'll get the exact amount of roses you need.' Witch smiles as if she was convincing.

'Well, then for logic's sake. I would say I am well satisfied with whatever and whatever amount I get. I'm glad to get it anyway.' The boy takes the money and pays for the roses. Diana packs the roses in a hurry to make sure the boy-from-heaven doesn't get upset.

Witch sulks at the side.

'Uhh, I think if it's for heaven's sake then I must not upset heaven. Here...' The boy offers a Rose to the Witch.

The Witch laughs and accepts it as if she was waiting for it for ages. The boy smiles for her and leaves.

'Did you just use a spell on him to get this Rose?' Diana taunts out of pure jealousy.

'It's not a rose. It's a trap, where your Boy-From-Heaven is officially trapped.' That...that evil smirk and devilish eyeing is the official trap for our little innocent boy.

Bonus

'Hey, narrator.'

OMG! The Witch is calling out me.

'Ye..ss'

'Don't you think your readers must know my real name?' She glared. Is she going to spout fire from the eyes and I would be burned alive.

'I...was just...making...your character...more interesting.' I don't know what exactly I want to say. Am I even using human language? I guess, my unconsciousness is not that bad.

'That depends on how you take your story ahead. And the most important thing, I don't like being called a witch. I have a pretty good name. Would you mind to declare my name? OR Do you wish a half murder?' She just threatened me to be killed. I can sue her for that. But that won't work.

'Henceforth, I will surely call you...by your name.' I can't get in Wi- I mean the pretty girls' bad book. I have a wish to publish my book ahead. I can't die like this.

'Good luck.' She smiled. Or did she just warned me to never repeat my mistake?