I'll Be Seeing You Read Free

again.
    "Earth Muffin Florist has them. They will have all your floral needs as they cater to the unusual." She’s a mind reader, I tell you.
    "Thanks. Hey, Krista?"
    "I just emailed you the number."
    How does she do that?
    "Thanks." Shaking my head in wonder, I open my email to get the number and make the call.
    "Good morning. Earth Muffin Florists, how can I help you?" the friendly woman answers.
    "I would like to order some Honeysuckle for delivery, please," I say, sitting back all smug, like I do this every day, nodding my head in accomplishment.
    "How many bunches would you like?" she asks.
    "Um, what size is a bunch?" My smugness takes a hard hit
    "Well, if you are sending these to your girl, then I would suggest three bunches. It's not too much, but not too little either, and the aroma will not be overwhelming, but just right," she explains.
    "Perfect, that's what I want."
    "Where are they being delivered?"
    "Radiant Audio. Ms. Joy Johnson," I answer.
    "Ah, yes, Ms. Johnson. Honeysuckle is her favorite."
    They are?
    "You know her?" I ask, sitting up in my seat.
    "Well, yes. Ms. Johnson is a regular customer here. She likes to purchase Honeysuckle for her home. This is the first delivery we've made to her work though. I will have these delivered to her on Thursday," the woman advises.
    "Why not today?" I ask, wanting her to have them today.
    "Well, she’s only in the office on Thursdays, sir. Who is this, may I ask?"
    I smack my forehead forgetting that Joy said this morning that she worked from home. How could I have forgotten that so soon?
    "This is Dr. Matthew Davis. I would like them delivered to her home today then, please."
    "Oh, absolutely, Dr. Davis. What would you like to say on the card?"
    "I will prepare it. It needs to be in Braille." I say.
    "Yes, sir. We create cards in Braille."
    "Oh! Perfect. Then I want the card to say 'Please, tell Conrad I enjoyed our conversation this morning and can't wait to continue tomorrow'," I recite.
    "All right, Doctor. I will print the card and have them delivered to her this afternoon. My name is Betty if there is anything else I can do for you. Would you like to set up an account with us?"
    After giving her my billing information, I have that feeling of accomplishing something good today. Turning in my chair, I clasp my hands behind my head, look out my corner office window, the return of smugness apparent.
    Getting back to work, I take the files Krista placed on the corner of my desk and move over to the sitting area. Placing them on the coffee table, I walk over to the small refrigerator for a bottle of water and get to work. Upon opening the last folder, I glance at my watch and realize that haven’t made my afternoon rounds yet. Quickly slipping into my lab coat, I head toward the elevator.
    A short while later, while focused on making notes on a patient's chart, I’m startled when I receive a hard thud to my back, causing me to gasp for air.
    "Damn, Jess, not so hard," I say between coughs.
    "Did you do it?" he asks.
    "Yep," I reply, continuing to write my notes while heading back to my office.
    "Well, how'd it go? And don't make me drag every single detail out of you, or I’ll march my ass down there tomorrow, introduce myself and ask her on a date," he threatens, knowing full well he’d do it.
    "It went very well. We sat and talked for about forty-five minutes and she asked me if I was coming back tomorrow. When I told her yes, she asked me to stop by to say hello. I told her I would and left." I smile, there, the details without the details. As soon as the elevator comes to a stop, I hurry out the door hoping he won’t follow.
    "Are you going to ask her out?"
    “I’m not sure. I think It's too soon. She's very cautious. Besides, I think I’ll be satisfied with just talking over coffee for the time being," I reply, signing off on my reports.
    "Well, listen, I have a couple babes that want to meet up at the club this weekend. Are you game? You haven't dipped