Author's note: well here we are for part 2 many months later! I never intended to do a part 2 but upon cleaning up my files from last summer I discovered that I had a TON of completely finished or almost finished works I had just written for fun, for myself, or from a prompt. These are also all pre and mid musical. The time will be expressed in each. And you know this but I don't own Little Shop Of Horrors.

Up until Audrey's second week at Mushnik's Flower Shop she was able to keep her tardiness underway. She wasn't just late that day. The shop opened at 9:00. It was now well after 10:00. She sprinted across the street as fast as she was able to in her heels. Upon reaching the shop she grew hesitant. She knew what was about to happen. Slowly she opened the door. Seymour was behind the counter leaning on his elbows. Upon hearing the bell he glanced up. His eyes grew wide and he stood up straight. Audrey had experience with men and knew what he'd be saying.

Something along the lines of "Gee finally you show up! About damn time!"

"Oh Audrey, thank goodness," he said breaking her thoughts, "I was worried."

She stood stunned for a moment before she started forward.

"I'm sorry I'm late Seymour."

"You should be! I'm not doing your job for you!"

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She stood stunned again. "Yeah… yeah I'm fine." She glanced around the shop. "Is Mr. Mushnik mad?"

"Steaming mad! As he should be!"

Seymour just shrugged.

She kept her eyes fixed on him with wonder as she moved to the coat rack to put down her bearings.

"Where is he?"

Seymour scratched the back of his neck in a nervous fidget. "He wanted some air so he went to take the order to St. Andrew's."

Audrey's jaw dropped and she clasped her hand over her mouth.

"The funeral! Oh no no no I forgot! I was gonna come in early…" she trailed off covering her face with her whole hands.

"Well you didn't, stupid! Now it's too late!"

"No Audrey don't worry about it. It's taken care of."

Slowly she lowered her hands and looked at him. Unconsciously he was picking at his fingers. Seymour wasn't the best at building the arrangements, and would often make a mess of the glue.

"Did… did you do it?"

He moved his gaze down to the counter.

"Guess I have to do your job too now huh?"

Instead he didn't say anything. Still looking away he half smiled and shrugged again.

"Why?"

He looked up at her but said nothing. She felt stupid for asking this. Of course someone had to.

"Oh Seymour I'm so sorry. I shoulda…"

"Just shut up!"

"No no it's fine," he said, holding up his palm and smiling.

She bit her lip and began to fumble with her nails.

"Was Mr. Mushnik mad?"

Seymour shook his head. "No. I don't think he noticed." He smiled again and glanced down at his fingers. "I think I'm getting kinda good at those things." Still smiling sheepishly he glanced up. "I learned from the best."

She blushed. This entire affair startled her more than she could say. She showed up late to work, leaving him with an unmade order. Instead of insulting or hitting he had made it himself and was now complimenting her. None of this was like she thought.

"Seymour…" she bit her lip, "I'm really sorry I'm late."

"Don't you ever do it again, bitch!"

Seymour smiled. "It's okay. You're here now."