going Nick, doll. It’s getting late and you know I turn into a pumpkin after my bedtime.”
“You could never be a pumpkin Ma.”
“You’re such a sweet boy Nicky. You need to find someone sweetie. Someone that appreciates you sweetie. You can’t be single forever.”
“Not this again Ma. Let me take care of this check and I’ll walk you out to your car.”
Chapter 12
Addison
Saturdays are usually pretty busy and today was no exception. We were slammed. Everyone wanted summer dresses and cute leggings or Capris. It was mid-morning before I could catch my breath. I was straightening one of the racks when I heard the bell on the door. I almost didn’t turn around because it had been ringing all morning, but something told me to look. When I turned around there was a delivery man walking in with the most beautiful bouquet of purple roses and white calla lilies in a clear square vase. Calla lilies are my favorite. Those are absolutely gorgeous, I thought. I wonder which of the girls got them this time.
“Hi, Can I help you?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am. I am looking for Addison.”
“Um… I’m Addison.”
“These are for you.”
“Oh wow! They are stunning. Who are they from?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t know. I’m just the delivery man.”
“Ok, thank you. Can you hold on a second please?”
I walked around to the back of the counter and retrieved my wallet from my purse ready to give him a tip.
“No thanks, ma’am, it’s already been taken care of.”
“Oh, ok thanks! Have a great day!”
I walked the flowers to the register counter and placed them down. Chelsea, one of my two co-managers, came over shrieking about the bouquet.
“Wow, those are beautiful. Who are they for?” Chelsea asked.
“Surprise, surprise they are for me.”
“Well, well whose eye did you catch?”
“I don’t know. They just got here. I haven’t even had a chance to look at the card.”
I searched the flowers for a sign of who they could be from. There was no card, no name, nothing.
“I guess I have a secret admirer.”
“How romantic,” Chelsea said. I smiled. I stood admiring the flowers for a moment when I heard Monica approaching, my other co-manager.
“Hey, this was on the floor by the front door.” She said, handing me a small envelope. “Those flowers are gorgeous by the way.”
“Thank you! Can’t wait to see who they are from.” I opened the card:
Dear Addison,
Thank you for help picking out the scarf, my mother loved it. If mom is happy we all are happy. You’ve definitely found a repeat customer.
~Stephen
“Who’s Stephen?” Monica asked.
“He’s just a guy that came in right before we closed last night.”
“By the look at that smile on your face, he must have been hot,” Chelsea said
“What smile? I’m just flattered that’s all.”
“Yeah, right girl please. Don’t forget we’ve known you far too long. So what did he look like?” asked Monica.
“So how hot was he Ad?” Chelsea asked.
“Super model hot,” I said. “He was breathtaking. He came in right before I closed up. When I say ‘hot’ I mean I wanted to take him in the back room and let him do unspeakable things to me ‘hot’.”
“Damn!” Monica said a little too loudly. A middle aged woman browsing the tanks tops looked up and raised an eyebrow.
“Monica,” I said reprovingly.
“Oops, sorry,” Monica said.
“Are you going to try to see him again?” asked Chelsea.
“I don’t have any of his information.”
“Use his credit card info.”
“He paid with cash.”
“Nooooooooo,” they said in unison.
“The
“You could never be a pumpkin Ma.”
“You’re such a sweet boy Nicky. You need to find someone sweetie. Someone that appreciates you sweetie. You can’t be single forever.”
“Not this again Ma. Let me take care of this check and I’ll walk you out to your car.”
Chapter 12
Addison
Saturdays are usually pretty busy and today was no exception. We were slammed. Everyone wanted summer dresses and cute leggings or Capris. It was mid-morning before I could catch my breath. I was straightening one of the racks when I heard the bell on the door. I almost didn’t turn around because it had been ringing all morning, but something told me to look. When I turned around there was a delivery man walking in with the most beautiful bouquet of purple roses and white calla lilies in a clear square vase. Calla lilies are my favorite. Those are absolutely gorgeous, I thought. I wonder which of the girls got them this time.
“Hi, Can I help you?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am. I am looking for Addison.”
“Um… I’m Addison.”
“These are for you.”
“Oh wow! They are stunning. Who are they from?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t know. I’m just the delivery man.”
“Ok, thank you. Can you hold on a second please?”
I walked around to the back of the counter and retrieved my wallet from my purse ready to give him a tip.
“No thanks, ma’am, it’s already been taken care of.”
“Oh, ok thanks! Have a great day!”
I walked the flowers to the register counter and placed them down. Chelsea, one of my two co-managers, came over shrieking about the bouquet.
“Wow, those are beautiful. Who are they for?” Chelsea asked.
“Surprise, surprise they are for me.”
“Well, well whose eye did you catch?”
“I don’t know. They just got here. I haven’t even had a chance to look at the card.”
I searched the flowers for a sign of who they could be from. There was no card, no name, nothing.
“I guess I have a secret admirer.”
“How romantic,” Chelsea said. I smiled. I stood admiring the flowers for a moment when I heard Monica approaching, my other co-manager.
“Hey, this was on the floor by the front door.” She said, handing me a small envelope. “Those flowers are gorgeous by the way.”
“Thank you! Can’t wait to see who they are from.” I opened the card:
Dear Addison,
Thank you for help picking out the scarf, my mother loved it. If mom is happy we all are happy. You’ve definitely found a repeat customer.
~Stephen
“Who’s Stephen?” Monica asked.
“He’s just a guy that came in right before we closed last night.”
“By the look at that smile on your face, he must have been hot,” Chelsea said
“What smile? I’m just flattered that’s all.”
“Yeah, right girl please. Don’t forget we’ve known you far too long. So what did he look like?” asked Monica.
“So how hot was he Ad?” Chelsea asked.
“Super model hot,” I said. “He was breathtaking. He came in right before I closed up. When I say ‘hot’ I mean I wanted to take him in the back room and let him do unspeakable things to me ‘hot’.”
“Damn!” Monica said a little too loudly. A middle aged woman browsing the tanks tops looked up and raised an eyebrow.
“Monica,” I said reprovingly.
“Oops, sorry,” Monica said.
“Are you going to try to see him again?” asked Chelsea.
“I don’t have any of his information.”
“Use his credit card info.”
“He paid with cash.”
“Nooooooooo,” they said in unison.
“The
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