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the one asking inappropriate questions. He was making me
anxious, and I didn’t even fully understand why.
    Since he flustered me, I didn’t know what to say except , “What?”
    With a cocked eyebrow, he repeated more sternly,
“Is he your boyfriend?” He leaned forward on the counter, his hands practically
touching my own.
    Whoa . Who did this guy think he was? His tone floored me. His face was the
picture of composure, throwing me off because the two didn’t match up.
    I wasn’t going to answer him. I really wasn’t, but
something clicked inside me. The need to assure him Matt and I were not an item
was simply too strong.
    “No, Matt is just a very good friend of mine.”
    “Uh-huh,” was all he mumbled, his bottom lip
disappearing between his teeth. Normally, I would have rushed to get this cocky
man out of the store, but I couldn’t force myself to want to part with his
domineering presence.
    After composing myself yet again, I attempted to
continue with my normal line of questioning, making sure this time they were of
the appropriate nature. “What kind of flowers would you like to send to this
friend of yours?” I couldn’t help myself .
“And what’s the address where they’re being delivered?”
    “Why don’t you surprise me and put together
something of your liking?”
    Is he
serious? Why would he want me to put together
something out of the blue, without any input from him whatsoever? “I don’t know
if that is such a good idea. I mean, I have no inkling as to what kind of
flowers she likes, what color she prefers or anything like that.”
    “I’m sure whatever you come up with will be
perfect. I trust you.” He wrote down the delivery address, placed a wad of
bills on the counter and turned around, walking out the door before I could
even respond.

~2~
    Sara

 
    The rest of the week went by in a flash due to how busy
we always were. Closed on Sundays, I always tried to take full advantage of
Saturday nights. It was my one night to hang out and let loose with two of my
favorite people, Matt and Alexa.
    “Matt, what are your plans tonight?” I was hoping
he was game for hanging out, especially since I needed to stop reminiscing over
my encounter with Mr. Gorgeous from almost a week ago.
    “I’m free. Whatcha thinking?” he asked, cleaning up the remaining
orders scattered on the counter.                                                                                                               
    “I’d like to hit up that new nightclub, Throttle. Have
you ever been there? I hear decent things, and now is as good a time as any to
check it out. What do you say?” Please
say yes, please say yes.
    “Sounds all right to me. Is Alexa going? And what
time do you want me to pick you up?” Initially, I’d thought Matt was interested
in Alexa, but that idea was quickly squashed once I realized he might only like
the romantic company of men.
    “I already texted her and she’s in. But you don’t
have to pick us up. We can just meet you there at nine o’clock. You know it’s gonna take us girls a while to get ready,” I teased. I felt
bad because every time he swung by to pick us up, he always ended up waiting at
least forty-five minutes for us to finish primping ourselves.
    “I’m going to finish up with this last order and
head on home. I’ll see you guys later tonight then!” he yelled over his
shoulder as he headed toward the back of the store.
    An hour later, I’d made my way outside and inhaled
the fresh air. It smelled like rain but then again, it frequently smelled like
that. This was Seattle, after all. But
I wasn’t going to let some precipitation put a damper on what was surely going
to be a great night out with friends.
    It was almost six-thirty when I finally arrived
home. Unlocking the front door, I breathed a sigh of relief when I entered my
solace.
    I