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Alana | Jared

"Welcome to Karen's Florist shop. How may I-"

"I'll take it!"

"Huh? What-"

"The flowers. I'll take them."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Oh, you wound me. Am I not that memorable? You were especially rude to me. You know you could lose your job over an unhappy customer!"

"Ha. Nice try. I'm rude to a lot of people so no, I don't know or care who you are!"

"Uh, is that something to be proud of? Being rude?"

"What? No! I meant that my job is secure."

"Ah, so the owner is either someone from your family or a friend."

"Whatever, Sherlock."

"Tch. Your customer service is terrible. Don't you know the saying; the secret to success is to treat all your customers as if your world revolves around them."

"Your world revolves around Yale."

"Aha, so you do remember me!"

"You called the florist shop instead of Yale. Who forgets that?"

"Not my fault I accidentally messed up the numbers."

"Sure. Not your fault at all. Blame the numbers since they magically changed, right Yale Girl?"

"Gosh, you're so—wait. Did you just give me a nickname?"

"..."

"And you're mocking me?"

"Yes, Yale Girl!"

"..."

"Hello?"

"..."

"Did you just hang up on me?"

Click.

"Not again, ugh. What about the flowers?" Jared said to no one.