Out of sight, out of mind or something vaguely prolific.”
Seth slaps the table, shaking their drinks. “Yes, move the fuck on! Unfriend him. Unfollow him. And for fuck’s sake, Tess, all squirrels dig the crunchy delight of pizza crust. Stop assuming that the universe is giving you signs.”
Thessaly laughs. “Your advice is to erase him from my life? And then what?”
“If you remove certain toxins from your daily routine, then your body will experience things more freely.”
“That’s a little severe. Mason isn’t toxic.” She squirms.
“Let me put this in a way you can understand.” Seth grabs Thessaly’s orange cup and shakes it. “If you were to remove the sugar, caramel, extra caramel, and milk, the stuff that makes it easy for you to consume, then you would be able to taste the actual espresso bean. Natural and tart, a little acidic, but quite rich. But you like covering things with sweetness because it’s easier.” Seth points his finger and gives Thessaly a stern look. “Give bold a chance, Tess.”
“Give bold a chance, huh? Then ask Meg out!”
“Touché.”
Thessaly’s smile fades, thinking of all the wasted hours she spent pining for Mason. Studying his pictures, memorizing his LinkedIn profile, searching for ways to prolong their connection, and hoping for the future he once promised. Sighing, she concedes, “I guess you’re right.”
“Give me your phone,” Seth orders. “We start now.”
Standing from the table and removing her phone from her pocket, Thessaly whines, “I meant theoretically! We need to go anyway – it’s almost nine.”
Seth tosses the garbage and recycles their cups while Thessaly scrolls through her emails.
“Hey, I need to pick up the new labels at the print shop on Frankfort.”
Over his shoulder, Seth replies, “I have to run back to The Hive and grab the jam wagon.”
“Shit, Seth! You better hurry.”
Thessaly and Seth file through the door and out onto the sidewalk, smack in the middle of a hurried rush of morning commuters.
Digging in his pocket for the store key, Seth says, “I’ll leave my pantone color deck behind the counter. The colors I chose for the website have smiley face stickers.”
Walking backwards in opposite directions, they continue to shout off a list of reminders to one another.
“The compote! Ask Lois to jar half and store the other half in the fridge.”
“Tell Meg to stay away from Cherry Bomb.”
“Take a short video at the market and I’ll post it to the website.”
“I want a BLT with avocado for lunch,” Seth demands.
Nodding and waving him off, Thessaly turns and walks toward Frankfort Street.
In a rush, Seth cups his hands around his mouth and roars, “Hey, Tess?”
“Hey, Seth,” she answers, spinning around and walking backwards.
“Stay bold, Pony Boy. Stay bold.”
Laughing, she corrects, “I think the phrase is, stay gold , Pony Boy.”
“Nope – stay bold .”
“Yeah, I like nice things. I work hard, so why shouldn’t I enjoy the very best? Money buys happiness. Or at the very least, money makes me happy.”
Chapter Four
Same Day Delivery/No Surcharge
Glancing at the time on his titanium watch, Mason Andrews opens the door to the upscale floral shop on Nassau Street. Inhaling the aromatic mix of fresh flowers and sub-zero air-conditioning, he approaches the counter and rings the bell.
“Hello?” he says.
Appearing from behind a floral curtain leading to a storage room, a gorgeous woman in her early thirties approaches the counter. Mason immediately runs his eyes over her petite frame, carefully following the shape of her hourglass curves while leaning against the counter.
Smiling, she positions her long, brown hair over her shoulder, and then takes a single rose bud and fastens it above her exposed ear. “Hello,” she replies. “Can I help you?”
“Yes. I’d like to send a gift,” Mason answers.
“Do you have any flowers in mind?”
“Pink.” He
Seth slaps the table, shaking their drinks. “Yes, move the fuck on! Unfriend him. Unfollow him. And for fuck’s sake, Tess, all squirrels dig the crunchy delight of pizza crust. Stop assuming that the universe is giving you signs.”
Thessaly laughs. “Your advice is to erase him from my life? And then what?”
“If you remove certain toxins from your daily routine, then your body will experience things more freely.”
“That’s a little severe. Mason isn’t toxic.” She squirms.
“Let me put this in a way you can understand.” Seth grabs Thessaly’s orange cup and shakes it. “If you were to remove the sugar, caramel, extra caramel, and milk, the stuff that makes it easy for you to consume, then you would be able to taste the actual espresso bean. Natural and tart, a little acidic, but quite rich. But you like covering things with sweetness because it’s easier.” Seth points his finger and gives Thessaly a stern look. “Give bold a chance, Tess.”
“Give bold a chance, huh? Then ask Meg out!”
“Touché.”
Thessaly’s smile fades, thinking of all the wasted hours she spent pining for Mason. Studying his pictures, memorizing his LinkedIn profile, searching for ways to prolong their connection, and hoping for the future he once promised. Sighing, she concedes, “I guess you’re right.”
“Give me your phone,” Seth orders. “We start now.”
Standing from the table and removing her phone from her pocket, Thessaly whines, “I meant theoretically! We need to go anyway – it’s almost nine.”
Seth tosses the garbage and recycles their cups while Thessaly scrolls through her emails.
“Hey, I need to pick up the new labels at the print shop on Frankfort.”
Over his shoulder, Seth replies, “I have to run back to The Hive and grab the jam wagon.”
“Shit, Seth! You better hurry.”
Thessaly and Seth file through the door and out onto the sidewalk, smack in the middle of a hurried rush of morning commuters.
Digging in his pocket for the store key, Seth says, “I’ll leave my pantone color deck behind the counter. The colors I chose for the website have smiley face stickers.”
Walking backwards in opposite directions, they continue to shout off a list of reminders to one another.
“The compote! Ask Lois to jar half and store the other half in the fridge.”
“Tell Meg to stay away from Cherry Bomb.”
“Take a short video at the market and I’ll post it to the website.”
“I want a BLT with avocado for lunch,” Seth demands.
Nodding and waving him off, Thessaly turns and walks toward Frankfort Street.
In a rush, Seth cups his hands around his mouth and roars, “Hey, Tess?”
“Hey, Seth,” she answers, spinning around and walking backwards.
“Stay bold, Pony Boy. Stay bold.”
Laughing, she corrects, “I think the phrase is, stay gold , Pony Boy.”
“Nope – stay bold .”
“Yeah, I like nice things. I work hard, so why shouldn’t I enjoy the very best? Money buys happiness. Or at the very least, money makes me happy.”
Chapter Four
Same Day Delivery/No Surcharge
Glancing at the time on his titanium watch, Mason Andrews opens the door to the upscale floral shop on Nassau Street. Inhaling the aromatic mix of fresh flowers and sub-zero air-conditioning, he approaches the counter and rings the bell.
“Hello?” he says.
Appearing from behind a floral curtain leading to a storage room, a gorgeous woman in her early thirties approaches the counter. Mason immediately runs his eyes over her petite frame, carefully following the shape of her hourglass curves while leaning against the counter.
Smiling, she positions her long, brown hair over her shoulder, and then takes a single rose bud and fastens it above her exposed ear. “Hello,” she replies. “Can I help you?”
“Yes. I’d like to send a gift,” Mason answers.
“Do you have any flowers in mind?”
“Pink.” He
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