After doing some yoga this morning, someone buzzed our door. Excited to have a visitor, I let them in. Up the stairs comes the delivery man with flowers. Questions filled my mind.
Were they for me or Jenne?
Who were they from?
What kind of flowers are they?
When the man reaches me, he says, "Your neighbor in 3B wasn't home, so I thought you could let me in and I could leave them in front of their door."
I hope that delivery guy is single. He deserves to be. You can't get a girl all excited like that then tell her the flowers are for someone else.
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what a bum.
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