How I like my tea

A Thought

I opened my eyes slowly. I was still quite tired.

Sun blinded me as I squinted to adjust to the morning sun. I pushed back the covers and sat on the side of the bed. Wait, bed?

I looked around to see I was in Germans room once again. Strange.

Then looking up I saw the photo corner, with a vase of carnations standing proudly amongst the pictures. Walking towards them, I saw a little letter sat in front of them next to the photo of me and German. 

The letter had my name wrote along the front. Opening it, I took out the small note.  

'Angie,

I'm very glad you liked my surprise yesterday. I was hoping you would. It seems however you were very tired and you fell asleep outside. I carried you in, I wasn't going to leave you outside all night. I know I will not be here when you wake up as I have a very urgent meeting early this morning. Hope you slept well and like the surprise. See you later xx

German'

I couldn't help but smile.

Once I had dressed and cleaned up, I came downstairs to see Violetta and Olga chattering away.

"Morning Angie!" Called Vilu.

"Morning Miss Angie!" Called Olga

"Morning." I say with a smile, but they take no notice and go back to their conversation.

I made my cup of tea and took a slice of toast as I do every morning, but instead of sitting with Violetta and Olga, I go outside to eat on the new patio and admire the Carnations.

They are truly beautiful and only one thing pops into my head when I look at them.

"But Miss Angie! He Brought you flowers!" Olga had spoke about a bunch of flowers but now the comment seemed to mean more to me. He had not just brought me flowers, He had decorated his garden with them, just because he knew it would please me. The words lingered in my mind. Everything Violetta had said.

"He's going to prove he loves you."

"He has two already."

"Angie, Dad's here to pick you up for your date."

I kept sipping my tea. Is Violetta trying to get me with her dad? Has she told him the five things I spoke about? Is he going to try and prove he loves me? Does he actually love me? He has done so much for me it's almost as if.....

"He loves me.." I murmured under my breath.

A smile came to my face.

"Who loves you Angie?" Violetta is sitting next to me.

"When did you get here?" I ask bewildered.

"You have been in your own world for the last ten minutes, I've been here the last five. You were too busy to notice me!" She's smiling as she lies upside down, her head hanging off the love seat.

"Did you tell your Dad what I told you about my five most important things?" I ask watching her every reaction.

"Angie! No!" She sighed, "Doesn't this prove it! My Dad loves you! He doesn't need to be told what you want him to know, because he wants to know them anyway, he wants to know more, everything about you in fact. I cannot believe you don't see it! Angie, my Dad loves you!"