I Will Always Come Home to You (Ally and Stevie)

15. Daisy (Stevie said)

I received handfuls of flowers yesterday. The first one was given by the Starbucks barista when I went drive thru in the morning.

"Thank you for the daisy," I said, smiling. "This is a cute promo. What's the occasion?"

"It's not a promo. It is for you specifically, Stevie," the barista responded, reading my name on the cup. "A valued customer asked me to give it to you. She said it will make you smile and she was right."

"Is this valued customer still inside? I would like to personally thank her."

"I'm sorry but I swore to a customer-barista confidentiality agreement and could not spill other details," he said apologetically. "But she also asked me to give you this."

"No worries. Thank you."

"Have a great day!"

It was a note that says, 'You are more beautiful than the morning.'

The second one was another daisy placed on my desk. No one in the department saw who left it there. It had a note in it, 'You are making the world a better place. Spread beauty at work.'

At lunch time, a bouquet of red roses came. It had a note in it—'I am not asking for a second chance to make things right but to prove to you that we could be better. ' 

It was followed by a call. It was Sarah. 

Recapping Thursday's drama, Sarah asked me to give our relationship another try. She asked me to move in with her in New York—a new place, new adventures, a fresh start for us. With her connections, I could easily find a job. Some of our friends are already there. As tempting as it sounded, I told her to give ourselves time to think through it. She gave me until Sunday.

"So what do you think?" Sarah asked.

"About the flowers? They are lovely. Thank you for sending them." I responded.

"Red roses never fail."

"And the daisies are wonderful too."

"What daisies are you talking about? The flower shop may have given me extra when I told them it was for you. They even remember our anniversary! I am thrilled you like them. By the way, our meeting is still on later, right?"

"Yup! I will bring the revised story boards later. I'll see you."

"See you."

There were more daisies and more notes that day. There was one on the hood of my car, on my doorstep, one was taped on my fridge door, in the tub, and on my bedside table. It was definitely not Sarah. I have frightened myself for secretly wishing it was Ally.

*****

The crew started filming early so we could pack up just in time for the party to celebrate the successful launch of Ally's single and music video. It's a karaoke night—and Pab's artists have always done it differently, showcasing a mini concert instead of the usual sing-along.

Sarah drove me and some of my co-workers to the pub. We invited her since she was a part of the success of some of Pab's artists. Ally was already there when we arrived. She was at the bar thanking everyone who came to her and congratulated her. It was really comforting to see her.

"Hi Ally," I said. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you, Stevie," Ally said, giving me a sincere smile that I almost melted. I missed her. "Congrats too. You worked hard on the music video."

"By the way this is Sarah, she used to work with Pab's as a director." I gave the introductions. Ally and Sarah shook hands.

"I am a fan," Sarah said. "Maybe Stevie and I could work on your next music video."