Note: changing pov's because I'm not na sanay with third person. 🤣 I'll learn again but not today ✌🏼
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Selene
"We barely know each other but I hope you know that I always want to see you happy."
I read and reread the note...
Especially the last part.
"We barely know each other but I hope you know that I always want to see you happy. Yours, Ian."
Yours... Ian.
Ian.
I initially thought I misread it the shop, so I read it at office and at home and at the office and in the cab... it was signed "Ian".
I had long suspected that Jorge didn't write those notes for me. He was a sweet guy, but he just didn't have a way with words. The way he composed his office and personal emails and going out on a date with him proved that much.
But, I had to admit, he was a kind gentleman. If only I hadn't previously taken interest in this fascinating florist.
Did Ian really write this? And did he really mean it for me?
After he walked me home, I needed to know.
To confirm my suspicions that the note was from him, I ordered flowers for me under the guise that it was Jorge who ordered. Two notes in, I was sure.
His first note was sweet. "I miss you." This is because I came down with the flu and wasn't able to pass by... or at least I hoped that was it.
His second note, "I wonder if you and I could ever have a chance. If only I met you first."
These notes were fortunately unsigned and I willed myself to believe Ian meant what he said. A few days later, on a weekend, I headed to the cafe but didn't find him at the counter. "Is Ian not around?"
The barista on duty pointed to a corner table. "Date. He's with his ex."
I was so surprised and pissed off that I was planning to run out, but he saw me and waved. Deciding to leave, I made my way over just to be polite.
"Selene," he greeted.
"Hey."
"I didn't know you'd pass by today, I should've waited."
Jerk. Freaking sh*t. The hell are you doing? But, of course, I just said, "Yeah."
He made introductions then said, "I read this great article on data privacy. You should search it on the Post."
I nodded.
"Have you read anything interesting lately?" He asked, keeping the conversation open when all I wanted was to just go.
"Yes, actually, but it's more of the paranormal sort."
"What's it about?"
I paused and stared at him. "This guy who spontaneously combusted after he went on a date with his ex. He just burned. Burned standing there. Who'd have thought."
I bid a quick goodbye, then left.
Jerk.
That night, I received a call that a delivery arrived for me.
White stargazers.
"The article doesn't exist. Can we talk?"
I huffed. "Your probably didn't search for Ian the annoying florist from the corner shop."
A booming laughter came from behind me and to my horror... Ian heard the entire thing.
I made a move to run but he was quicker. "Please let me explain."
"No need to."
"I want to."
"Please, Selene? Please?"
Did I tell you he has gorgeous eyes? I melted and agreed to listen. As soon as we were inside my place, I asked,
"WHO THE HELL WERE YOU WITH?!"
