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“Pretty well. Sasha actually just gave me this huge order. To handle the floral and gardening for a charity ball on Saturday.”
“Oh shit, that’s good, isn’t it? You don’t sound happy.” She accused correctly.
“Yeah. It’s just a lot. I want to do a good job.” I explained.
“Oh, for sure. Don’t even worry about it, your work is amazing. How will you finish the order though?” I hadn’t even thought of that. Every flower in my shop won’t be enough, and it wasn’t even the theme I already had mustering up in my head.
“I hope to ask her about that tomorrow. I’m sure she has a budget and everything.”
“What kind of charity?” she asked. I could barely hear her though, with the background noise and the sound of the microwave.
“A boys and girls club. It was one of the first ones her and her husband opened up.”
“What’s her name again? Wait, this is the same one that’s been buying from you all this time.”
“Yeah. Sasha Hallows. Her husband’s name is Bryan.”
“Oh yeah, they basically built the youth of this city. Whoa, she is like your fairy godmother or something. Except with flowers.”
“Sure, Ivy.” I laughed. “But still, I want to do well. This could open up a lot of doors, you know?”
“Yeah, I feel you. You will do great, don’t worry.” She stifled a yawn. Man, I was tired too. I hadn’t seen her in a few days either. Usually we don’t go that long without at least meeting for lunch or dinner.
“Thanks. You’re tired.” I stated.
“No, I want to talk. Can you bring a plus one to this gala?” I heard the smile in her voice.
“I don’t know. I will definitely ask, I don’t think I could go by myself anyway. Would you be able to go?”
She scoffed, “uh, duh! Why else would I have asked? I would love to be there for you, it’s your first big gig!”
“Aw, thanks.” I smiled to myself, eating the last of my lasagna. I have got to stop eating these things, the sodium is starting to pack where it shouldn’t be.
“No problem. What are you doing anyway?” She asked me.
“Watching that house wives show on Netflix. You?”
“Well I just heated up this pot pie, but I think it’s going to be nasty.” I let out a laugh.
“What time do you have work tomorrow?”
“I don’t. I have to send out a bunch of orders, which I usually do from here.”
“Well you can come over and I can cook. Long as you bring the ingredients.”
“Really? I will literally be right there.” She hung up before I could even laugh.
Yeah, Ivy can’t cook at all. It’s a wonder she has even made it this far. But she had me. We were roommates back in college. The only reason we didn’t live together now was because the design firm she worked for was on the other side of town, there was no good real estate there and I simply couldn’t afford to follow her. Ivy had the support of her parents, but she never saw them because they were career travelers. I didn’t know that was a thing until I met her. I figured I should clean up a little since she was coming, even though she has seen this place messier. But I finally folded the clothes crowding my couch, and it made the whole place look a little bit more organized. All five hundred square feet of it.
Her knock was easily recognizable, I skipped to the door, my sweats dragging the floor as I did.
“Oh, my goodness, what did you bring?”
She was lugging two huge brown bags.
“One bag has drinks. The other has the food.” She explained.
She set the bags down and hugged me tight. Our hugs were always awkward because she was so dang tall. She could model the clothes that she designs too. But she was very pretty; her blonde hair surrounded her sharp and dramatic features; her brown eyes are the most noticeable thing about her. She has that girl next door vibe going on too.
