Her eyes flicked to my face, then to the tulips still in her hand. Without a word, she wrapped them up in brown paper, tied them with a ribbon, and handed them to me. "There. You're officially thoughtful now." "Thanks, Ma Chérie," I said, smirking as I took the bouquet and payed her. Her eyes narrowed. "It's just Chérie." "Sure it is," I replied, turning to leave. 🌷~
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