LeapingLemurLil
"Excuse me," I ask, turning to the young boy who's handing out the flowers, "I thought I was only supposed to get one?" I motion to the two beautiful roses in my hand.
"Yes," the boy answered, "One is from us, the other is from someone else." He then began to walk away, handing out roses as he went.
I looked back down and the small, pink rose in my hand and the larger, sunset-colored rose. Who would give ME a flower? I thought