Flower Shop

As he sat in the parking lot of a nearby flower store, Alex rubbed the back of his hand. He didn’t know much about biology or medicine, but he did his best to concentrate on mending the bones in his fingers. After a few minutes, he was sure the bones were healed, but the bruising was another matter. Alex sighed, and figured he would work on that later. As he got out of the car and walked into the store, his pocket began to vibrate. Checking his phone he saw Alli was calling him.

“Hey, Red. You guys waiting on me?”

“Just making sure you didn’t forget your way around town and get lost.”

“You know, it’s funny you say that, I don’t remember Mount Rushmore being this close to town. No, I’m just picking up one last thing, then I’ll be home in a few. What movies did you guys decide on?” Walking up to the florist, Alex grabbed his notepad and began to write out a note to her. What’s an arrangement you recommend for an apology/birthday gift?

“Oh, nothing special, just some silly ghost and monster movies.” The florist led Alex around the room, pointing out a few different flowers he might be interested in.

“Really? No chick flicks or romcoms?” Grabbing the notepad again, Alex wrote the florist another note asking for two separate bouquets that he felt the girls would like.

“Oh we thought about it, but decided it would be your punishment if your cake wasn’t to our satisfaction.” Alex didn’t know much about floral arrangements, but he was very impressed by the speed and dexterity with which this girl put together his bouquets. “So, what kind did you get?”

“Carrot and Peanut. Figured I could get rid of Sandy and then I’d have you two all to myself. Thought maybe giving her her favorite cake would make up for the whole anaphylactic shock thing.”

“That’s not funny Alex. Maggie and I hate Carrot and you know it.”

“You’re right, I guess I’ll have to switch it for that chocolate fudge I saw in the bakery.”

“The bakery? Like, Jenny’s bakery? How did that go?”

“Alright. Thank god she wasn’t there when I was. Mack was though, which was a bit awkward.”

“Tell me about it. Every time I bump into her I feel like she’s giving me the stink eye.”

“She’s just jealous.”

“Ha. Of what? That girl is Aphrodite incarnate.”

“Firstly, don’t sell yourself short there Red, you are gorgeous. Secondly, I think you may have dated a guy she liked or something, and a girl that beautiful never likes feeling out matched.”

“I doubt it. I didn’t date much in High School, or since really, and none of them were hunks that a girl like her would go for.” The florist finished up his bouquets and walked over to the register to ring him up, telling him the price by simply pointing to the readout.

“Well, what do I know, I’m a guy. We are genetically predisposed to being incapable of understanding women. Anyway, I’m about to jump back on the road. see you in a few.”

“K, bye.” Hanging up the phone, Alex handed over most of what cash he had left. He would definitely have to secure a job soon. That or start casing banks.

As he was about to say thank you and goodbye to the florist, he changed his mind, and instead grabbed the note pad one more time. Have a nice day. It’s been nice chatting with you.

Smiling, she took the note pad from him, writing one of her own. Teresa. 555-5309 She put her hand to her ear, giving the universal sign for ‘call me’.

It seemed his earlier prediction was correct, and beautiful women were raining from the sky. Save for the bruised hand, Alex couldn’t much imagine being in a better mood.

Scratch that, he immediately thought of all the ways he could be fucking said beautiful women.

[End Chapter Three]