If Roses Weren't Red

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

How could a man be so stubborn? Did the word 'no' even belong to his dictionary?

A week had passed since the night that man came in my shop and I, firmly believing that he had understood the message that I was not interested, was completely relaxed filling some forms when, on that fateful wednesday, the first bouquet had arrived. Yes, I said first.

The bell over the door tinkled as a delivery man came in, dressed in jeans, red t-shirt, white cap on his head and carrying a huge bouquet of beautiful pink roses.

"May I help you?" I asked, getting up and walking towards him.

"Are you Miss Aleera Callahan?" The young man asked, looking from the card to me.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, then these are for you." The man smiled and than handed me the beautiful bouquet, while I just hold it like it was an alien object.

He smiled again, amused with my expression, said goodbye and walked out of the shop, leaving me standing there, with the two dozens of roses on my hands, staring at the door. After a few seconds, I took a few hesitant steps towards my wooden counter, gently laid the roses on top of it and took out the card. It only had my name written. My name appeared in the Yellow Pages so it could actually be anyone... Shrugging, I went to my little office and found a vase I had there from my birthday, carefully placing the roses inside. Smilling at them, I exposed my bouquet on the counter and went back to work, grinning every time I looked at them. I hadn't received flowers in two years.

That night, I took the roses home and I couldn't help but notice how the group of men in front of the bar was strangely quiet when I walked by. Maybe they were in a bad mood or something like that, so I didn't paid much attention and carefully placed the roses on the front seat and drove home.

When the next day, the exactly same thing happened, with wild flowers instead of roses, I started to get suspicious and tried to make the delivery guy tell me who sent them but he had refused to talk. Sighing, I had placed the flowers in water and take them home, too, noticing the group was still more silent than usual, watching me carefully. Shifting nervously on my feet, I continued walking and refused to look at them.

However, when the flowers kept being deliveried every day, gerberas, orchids, tulips, daisies...all kind of different and absolutely beautiful flowers, I stopped taking them home for two reasons. First, I didn't have any more room for those massive bouquets and, second, I was a bit annoyed because the cards never said anything besides my name. I loved the flowers but I wanted to know who was sending them to me.

That routine went on for a whole week, everyday a delivery man would bring me flowers and everyday I would melt my brain trying to figure out who was sending me those gifts.

When monday arrived, I opened the store and, a couple of hours later, the bell tinkled and I huffed in annoyance, expecting the delivery man again. He was a sweet guy but I was tired of seeing him there every day. The whole shop already smelled like flowers and the same went to my clothes. I loved them but enough was enough.

"You can leave them over there." I boringly said, pointing at my counter.

"Leave what?" Michaela's melodic voice chirped behind me and I quickly put the books I was holding in their place, turning to her.