Alana | Jared
"Welcome to Karen's florist shop. How may I help you?"
"I need flowers."
"You're finally buying flowers."
"..."
" Ahem. You need to be specific, Yale girl."
"Two dozen white roses bouquet."
"White roses it is."
"Do you do delivery?"
"Uh, our delivery guy quit so ..."
"Great. I'll just pick them up later. Have it ready."
"Time?"
"Around 7, I guess."
"I'm off the clock then. You won't get to see my beautiful face."
"Great."
"What?"
"Nothing,"
"Uh, okay. Aunt Karen will be there. What name should I put down?"
"Yale girl."
"Aw. You're warming up to the nickname."
"..."
"Uh, okay. I'll let Aunt Karen know."
"Thanks, bye."
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Something's bothering you. For what it's worth, I'm, uh, here for you."
"Thanks."
Click.
" For what it's worth, I'm here for you, " Jared repeated to himself as he slammed the receiver down. "Gosh, you're cringey, Jared."
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