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I push past him, making my way back to the front of the shop where I hurriedly put together a bundle of pastel carnations, white daisies, and fresh sprigs of leafy greens. I wrap it in my signature brown paper and draw a little heart with her name above my logo sticker.
Colton doesn't follow me out of my office and it is harder than I thought it would be to not go looking for him, to check and make sure he is alright. By the time he comes out, I am working with a customer putting together an arrangement for her niece's thirteenth birthday.
"The bouquet is on the counter over there for you, sir." I say loud enough for him to hear across the space. He stops, turns to grab it, leaves something in its place, and resumes his quick exit.
Good news or bad newsfirst?
I haven't heard from Carina all day and after Bryn left the shop this morning it has been crickets, my phone sitting dormant in my pocket.
Bad news first.
Always.
Bryn is the first to respond in our group chat.
Guess who showed up to my apartment today and broke up with me
I don't have to guess, because I already know. I was the one who sent him, but not for what he did. They both deserve to be happy and I think if given a real shot, without interference from me and my bullshit feelings, they can find happiness in each other.
I was secretly hoping for Jason Mamoa but I'm guessing that's not the case ... if he showed up, you would have him tied. up and hidden in your closet or something.
So it wasn't the Khal? Damn, I guess the only other logical guess would be Colton. Did he say why?
The question isn't suspicious if you don't know our history. Bryn probably has sirens going off in her ears that something happened between us that caused him to break up withCarina.
He said that he is dealing with some stuff and doesn't feel like he can be involved with me right now.
But the good news is, he showed up with flowers and a little hangover kit.
So he did give her the flowers, which means she knows he came to see me first.
I hope the flowers brought a smile to your face. I told him what your favorite was and helped put something together for you, but I had no idea that he was breaking things off.
And it's the truth, I had no clue that was his intention when he left my shop. If anything, I pushed him not to make that decision, to keep trying to work on things with Carina.
YES! He brought the flowers from the shop and soup from Orion. Plus some Ginger Ale. It was the sweetest breakup, I can't even be upset.
You guys are nuts, you don't need a man to build you up.
It's likeMiley always says ... You can buy yourself flowers!
Or in your case, you can mooch off your best friend to get free flowers *tongue out emoji*
Oh now you got jokes? Listen here missy ...
I'm glad I'm home and only my roommate, Melanie, can see me giggling at my phone. We are rarely home at the same time but she didn't have to go in for on-call tonight. We ordered pizza from 3.14, the pizza place around the corner from our apartment. Most of the night was spent stuffing our faces and catching up, something we haven't done in way too long. She works with my brother at the hospital and most of our chats are telling me the best ER stories and how Darren almost always is the one to get bodily fluids on him from patients ... mostly poop.
"Is it a boy?" she asks, waggling her eyebrows at me in response to my chuckle.
"Not even close. Carina and Bryn are talking about boys."
"Ugh, I need to get laid. I might have to check out that club you went to. Were there any hot guys there?"
"Kinda hard to make time for that when you work so much, ya know." When I say she is never here, it's the truth. The girl works nonstop and crashes in the on-call room most nights, or mornings depending on what shift she is on. I have never had to deal with someone sneaking out of our apartment in the morning. Mel and I have that in common, neither of us have christened this apartment with our trysts.
"Girl same ... It has been five years since I got some. I can barely even get myself off anymore ... I am sick of myself, how fucked up is that?" I cringe, burying my face into my hands, the scent of flour and mozzarella still lingering from dinner.
"It could be worse ... you could be me and your last hook up resulted in several fake orgasms because he thought I would somehow just keep coming until he did. Amateur."
