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Jared | Henry

"Wel- I don't even know why I am saying this when I know it's you Yale Girl. Sorry I made it awkward when you called me cute. I just-"

"Uh, sorry to interrupt your speech, boy, but is this Karen's florist shop?"

"Oh, so sorry. Yes, this is."

"Thank god. I thought I called the wrong number. That would've been embarrassing."

"I already am embarrassed..."

"Did you say something?"

"Uh, I asked how can I help you today?"

"An order was placed a week ago. Someone named Jess said that they would have it ready today. I'm calling to ask when I can swing by."

"Can you tell me your name, please?"

"It's under the name Andrew Adams."

"Andrew Adams as in Adams Enterprises?"

"Yes, but I'm just the driver."

"Oh. Please wait a moment."

"Of course."

"..."

"..."

"Here it is. Yes, the arrangements are ready to be picked up. Tulips, if I'm not wrong."

"You're not. Thank you, boy."

"Jared. I'm Jared."

"Henry, personal chauffer of the Adams."

"That must suck."

"Heh. Not a fan, I suppose?"

"Not at all."

"Between me and you, Mr. Adams can be a nightmare sometimes."

"I don't doubt it."

"Jared. Your name brings back some memories. What's your last name?"

"Walker. What memories, sir?"

"Walker. Aha. You're Fred's son, aren't you?"

"How'd you-"

"It's tragic what happened. He was a good man. Always talked about you. How talented you were."

"Dad talked about me?"

"He did. How is your mom, by the way?"

"She-she's not-"

"Oh, dear. I had no idea. I'm so sorry son. Both your parents...it's heartbreaking."

"Yeah."

"Well, I should get back to work. I'll drop by to pick up the arrangements in an hour or two. That okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"Please call me Henry. And son?"

"Yeah?"

"Yale Girl sounds like someone special. Good luck."

"Oh no she's not -"

Click.

"-special."