sunday morning farmer's market errands was her favorite. the smell of newly baked french baguettes down the corner, myriads of jewelry and clothing sold at a much cheaper price like an outdoor thrift shop, and lastly, the fresh cut flowers, nothing made her beam like the view of fresh cut flowers.
she was staring quite awfully long at the pink tulips, and i wondered if she liked those in particular. most of the time she takes one quick glance and leaves (ba-doom tch), so i think that's what i'll leave her at her doorstep today.
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i took a pen and wrote on the pink notepad. i saw you staring earlier at these pink tulips. do you perhaps like them isabella? i think they suit you quite well. but if you ask me, you're more beautiful than any flower i've ever seen.
i put it inside the plastic bag, and left it hanging on her door knob, along with the batch of rosy flowers.
