Mia is a massage therapist, and Damien is a physical therapist. Damien brings in a client for a massage, and Mia catches his eye. Despite Mia tuning him down repeatedly, Damien is determined to convince her to go on a date with him.
Mia has tried...
It was Wednesday afternoon, and it was a really slow day for me today. I only had two clients all day. I was in my massage room going through my shelves, and re-stocking anything that needed it. I had soft music playing, but it was low enough I could hear the bell of the door if someone came in.
When I finished in my room, and there was nothing else that could be done, I decided to organize and clear out the front desk. I filed the shipment receipts, and made sure everything was in place. I heard the bell on the door and looked up to see a flower delivery guy walking in. He had a bouquet of roses, and he set them on the counter.
"Stacey! Delivery from your hubby!"
She came around the corner just as the delivery guy clarified, "Actually, these are for Mia Thompson."
"What?" I asked looking at him.
"There's a card too." He said pointing to it before turning and walking out the door.
The roses were all different colors, and the bouquet was simple, and bright.
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I picked up the card and looked over at Stacey as I hesitated to open it.
She just smiled and mumbled "mmhmm" as she walked back into her office.
I opened the card,
Mia,
I have no idea what your favorite flowers are.
I guess I'll ask you Friday night. I hope you like
these in the meantime. Can't wait to see you.
~Damien
I still hadn't texted him. I really wanted to but I was worried about looking desperate. But now that he sent me flowers, It gave me an excuse to reach out to him.
Mia: Thank you for the flowers! They are beautiful.
Damien: I'm glad you like them, and you're welcome.
Mia: What are you thinking for Friday?
Damien: Just that I want to take you to dinner. What kind of food do you want?
Mia: I'm not picky.
Damien: Cow tongue and liver it is.
Mia: Ok, I'm a little picky.
Damien: French or Italian?
Mia: Italian.
Damien: Am I picking you up? Or do you want to meet me at the restaurant?
