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“Also works for you right now,” she added as we made our way to the front counter.
I gently placed the flowers down and watched as she got to work arranging them.
“And the rest of these?” I asked, curious about her logic to the whole picking out process.
“White chrysanthemum,” she said holding up about five of the flowers. “Truth and loyalty.”
I nodded taking it in as best as I could.
“Daffodil for new beginnings. A fresh start, if you will. Red carnation for love. And yellow iris and lilacs for passion. Have to throw a little of that in there,” she said then winked at me.
I was pretty sure my cheeks tinted pink. Not only from her comment—which I wasn’t expecting—but also from thinking about the fucking intense, life-altering passion that was between Chris and me.
I hadn’t really let myself think about it until then. I’d been trying to hard to push it away. But damn, there weren’t even words to describe how amazing and right it felt to be with him…and if I was being totally honest, inside of him, too.
When she was done, I handed her two hundred dollar bills. I had no idea how much flowers cost, but I hoped that was more than enough and a little something extra. I was seriously grateful for all her help and nice words.
I picked up the creation of magic—there was simply no other way to think of it—and really studied it. She’d cut it back and wrapped it up perfectly, or so I thought. It was beautiful and then I suddenly wondered if this was even the right thing.
“Um, is it weird to give a guy flowers?” The words came out of my mouth before I could even think about what I was saying.
“Is it weird to love a guy?” her eyebrows went up to her hairline as if daring me to give her the wrong answer.
“Um,” I let out a short laugh. “No. I don’t think so, no.”
“Right, well then it’s not weird to show your love however you so choose. And anyone that says otherwise you tell them to go suck on a duck whistle. Then send them over here so I can give them some white oleander, hmmm.”
I laughed, it may have come out a little choked. I knew she was joking but it still was a bit frightening. I think I loved this old lady. And maybe it’d been some huge sign that I’d stopped in here.
“Thank you,” I said sincerely. “Have a good night.”
She gave me a head nod and a smile, then I was on my way.
Only I didn’t think about how the hell I was going to get these fucking flowers home. I scratched my head while I looked at my bike.
Well, shit.
