// Dear Whoever You Might Be //

That's a lot of flour...

I came around the back and passed Lawrence, the man who owned the flower shop right beside our bakery. Most days we don't associate or combine business except for Valentines day. Baked goods and flowers always go well together, so whenever a frantic young man comes in asking for last minute Valentines day gifts, we always talk them into buy something from both of our shops. It's a win win for everyone.

"Hello Mr. Lawrence!" I chimed.

"Oh?" He looked up from his keys that he was messing with.

"Oh, Hello miss." He smiled at me, jingling his keys as he waved his hand.

"Are you doing okay today?" walked over to him so I could hear him better. He grinned at the ground and hid the scarred side of his face.

"One day at a time." He smiled.

He wasn't an old man, yet he wasn't young either. He was very much in between; he walked with a hunch back and a limp from some hip surgery and he had burns on his face from a fire that he survived but his wife and two daughters didnt. It was so sudden and it shocked the whole town. Soon after the fire that's when he opened the flower shop, Amelia's flowers.

Amelia is his late wife. She was beautiful. They're all beautiful. People tend to shy away from Lawrence becuase they don't know how to react to him. He has a face just like everyone else in this town.

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Grabbing a spare baseball hat from the hat rack we had in the back room, I pulled my hair through the back of it and got to work. There were already people in the front foyer at the small tables that we have sat out. A lot of the people were from school who just came for the aesthetic, for the pictures.

You had Sonya and Harriet who were there everyday, not together, but they were there. I would see them glance over at each other every now and then and smile. I know that they have something for one another or else why bother meeting someone in secret every day at the same bakery? I'm calling it.

Sonya was there with her brother, Newt (Newton), He's in my English class. We don't talk; the only reason I know his name is becuase Mrs. Paige calls on him to read the daily prompt every morning. It's becuase of his accent. All of the girls drool over him (it's becuase he's British, I bet your ass if he didn't have his posh accent the girls at school wouldn't care about him). He moved into Sonya's house this summer. I guess their parents are separated and Newt and his mom lived in the UK and Sonya and their dad lived here.

Anyways, they were regulars. I've seen them in here all the time.

I was writing down some orders when I heard the bells above the door jingle. I looked up, put on my customer pleasing smile and raised my voice three octaves higher, "Hello how are you?"

"Hi." he nodded his head and grinned at me.

"Hey I know you." I said as a matter of fact.

"Yeah...I uh have your delivery." The kid who wore the grey sweatshirt was now in his same jeans and a black t-shirt with a Gold threaded logo on his left breast that said, "Vince and Sons delivery."

"Oh! right, yeah just come this way." I felt my cheeks getting red as I turned away and walked to the back.

"You can just put it there." I quietly said. He nodded his head and pulled the loading cart to a stop and took off the paper sacks of flour and set them on the floor. I stood there with my hands in my back pocket and looked around the room until he was done.

"Thank you. Here's your check." I handed him the piece of paper. He smiled as he grabbed the paper and gave it a small shake before putting it in his pocket.

Say something you idiot.

"That's a lot of flour..."