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“You again.” The comment comes from Adam, my florist.
Yes. That’s right. I have a florist. And he knows me by name now as well, but when I’m trying to win back my woman, I pull out all the stops. His shop is simply called “Flowers & Plants” and I can already see Viv getting her hands on this place and helping him expand and come up with something more catchy.
He does a nice job, from what I can tell and really knows his plants and flowers.
He was the one who came up with the first Viv bouquet. Asters and morning glories. She freaking loved the first set of flowers and I plan to spend a pretty penny on making her smile at least three times a week with new, fresh flowers.
“Hey, Adam,” I say, nodding at him. “I need another bouquet.”
“No problem,” he says, then mentions, “Do you really want the same one? I could do something different. Maybe the flower of the month you started dating or the one you started feeling things for her?”
See, Adam was my bartender. You know how that works, you’re having troubles and you go for a drink and spill your life story to the bartender? Well, I spill my secrets to my florist.
It was strange, but it worked.
Adam was a good sport about it too. He never complained and instead, encouraged me to keep trying when I said I wasn’t sure what the right move was.
“Hmm.” I pause to think, bracing my hands on the counter separating us. “I can’t remember what month I started liking her.”
“Right… ’cause you were fifteen.” He smirks and I nod my head at him.
“Good memory,” I comment, then think back. It was June when we started to fake date. July when I felt it became official. It was now the first week of September.
Fuck, how had everything gone bad so fast?
“July, I think.”
Like a freaking flower savant, he immediately states, “Larkspur and water lilies.” He thinks it through and I wait, not having any input on how that would look because what the hell was a larkspur?
There was a town south of Denver that was called Larkspur. That’s about the extent of my knowledge.
“I think she’ll like it,” he says and I nod along. He’s nailed it so far, might as well give him creative leeway. “That’s a popular flower for wedding bouquets too.”
“Do it,” I state immediately, slapping down my credit card. “I want the best you’ve got.”
“When do you want them delivered?”
“Tomorrow?”
He frowns. “Didn’t you send one to her yesterday?”
I smile and say, “Yup. And I’m probably going to be back sooner rather than later.”
I pull up to the site and smile at the active house. It’s coming together fast now. I’m fucking ecstatic to get this house done. I want to see the finished product, but I also want to know what my next project is going to be.
I’m looking forward to starting a project and finishing it as the foreman myself, without having to come in and pick up where someone else left off.
I make my way into the house after slapping on my ball cap and find that Mason and his guys are well on their way to finishing the plumbing. This should be the final week we have the plumbers in, which means this house will be fully functional.
Then we’ll be ready for flooring and cabinets.
Only a few more weeks, and I’ll be able to put my energy into my relationship. Because I refuse to admit I’m not in one anymore.
“Hey, man.” Mason nods at me. “Where you been?”
“Florist,” I tell him, and he blinks at me in surprise.
