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From: [email protected]
Miss Constance,
What do you think about flowers? Do you think she would like to have some delivered? Hypothetically, of course.
PS: Je n’arrête pas de penser à elle
The last email isn’t really a question about flowers in general, though. Because in my search for information, I found her address and maybe flowers just got delivered to her place.
So maybe all I want to know is if she likes them.
If she does, I’m about to make the flower shop on her street very rich because she'll get flowers delivered to her place every day until she asks me to stop.
And if she never asks me to stop, that might be until the end of days.
Did I say I was obsessed with her?
Because every day, every hour, and every minute that passes, I feel like I’m slightly more unhinged and crave her proximity.
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Constance
It started on Monday.
I thought Louis was joking in his emails, but then, just a few minutes after the email shows up in my mailbox, a bouquet showed up at my place.
I should feel threatened or stalked by the fact that the male knows too much about me, but I like the flowers, and maybe I like the male too.
I also think it was a one-off thing.
But then, every day of the week, there’s a bouquet delivered to my door before I leave for my classes.
It’s easy to get used to the attention, even if my apartment is slowly looking more and more like a flower shop.
So, when on Saturday morning before detention there’s no bouquet at my door, I’m almost disappointed.
Scratch that. Not almost. I’m totally disappointed.
Maybe I should have told him that I liked the flowers.
No. I shouldn’t play into the game he’s started.
I know what he’s doing.
I know he’s trying to get me to agree to have a drink with him.
I’ve been playing dumb in the emails I sent in answer to his, but I’m not a fool. He’s either talking about me or trying to make me jealous.
I think. I can’t be sure, but it wouldn’t make sense with the flowers.
But again, I’ve had no flower delivery this morning.
Did he give up already?
It puts me in a dark mood before even reaching the school.
