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Another corner of her mind thought that she didn’t
deserve any better. She was just some chubby shy girl. She was broken, and they
were broken. That should work, right? Apparently not. She looked at the clock
again. 10 minutes until the shop was closed.
Anna
wandered through the aisles of flowers, thinking about her life, who she was,
what she was doing. The sweet smell of Lily-of-the-valley came from her left,
the light, airy smell of gardenia’s came from her right. Those were very
fragrant flowers, and Anna appreciated that, but her favorite had always been
calla lilies. Those thin, fragile stems leading to those delicate white petals.
It always made her heart skip a beat when she saw them in the shop.
Zantedeschia aethiopica. She remembered the scientific name for them from her
days in college. She recalled how much water they needed, what kind of light
they thrived in, and all of the other facts about them that are useful for
someone about to take over the family flower business.
She
always did well in school, since she wanted her parents to be proud of her.
There was no doubt in her mind that they were proud of her, too. They
told her how much they loved her and how much her taking over the business
meant to them. Her parents were her ground, her bedrock which she always knew
was there for her if she was to fall. She remembered her father going out and
buying a gun a few days after Arnold had struck her while drunk.
He
was ready to drive down to her college and blow him away, but Anna had
thankfully convinced him not to. Her parents loved each other deeply – they met
when her father was in the military, in fact – and sometimes she wished that
she could find that same kind of love. She wished that she could find someone
who didn’t possess her, who didn’t hurt her, who didn’t judge her or want her
to change. She wanted to find someone earnest and kind, who was compassionate
and smart. She sighed to herself as she looked at the clock again. That was
indeed a tall order. 5 minutes until the shop was closed.
Anna
looked out of the store windows as the sun passed beneath the horizon. She saw
a car pull into the parking lot with a squeal, and she walked behind the
counter. It was rare to have a customer come in at the last minute. Heck, it
was rare to have a customer at all these days. She wasn’t about to complain though,
it had been a slow day. The door flew open, and the breeze from outside made
the wind chime near the entrance jingle a calming melody.
A
tall man briskly made his way down the aisle and headed directly for Anna. He
had a short-cropped haircut, and was wearing a polo with the top few buttons
undone. His broad shoulders and thin hips hugged his cut body perfectly, and
Anna could hear the sound of his flip-flops hit the cement floors of the shop.
As he got closer, Anna could swear that she had seen this person before. It was
almost a sense of déjà vu. It was like she recognized him, yet did not
recognize him at the same time. Perhaps she had dreamt of someone like this man
recently, as she watched him begin to approach the counter.
“You’re
not closed yet, are you?” Anna looked at the man’s cut jaw, his clean-shaven face,
his dark brown eyes. He was gorgeous. “We’re closing in about 5 minutes, but
don’t worry about that. How can I help you?” The man paused for a second and
squinted his eyes, turning his head to the left ever so slightly. He put his
finger in the air and waved it up and down for a moment, like he was trying to
place something. “Anna? Anna Wheaton?” Apparently she did know this person.
Anna squinted her eyes too, trying to place where she had met him. Perhaps they
went to high school together? “Yes, I’m Anna Wheaton. I’m sorry, do we know
each other? I’m not very good at remembering people, sadly.” The man laughed a
little. “No, no, that’s fine, I’m not very good at it either. It’s me, Bret.”
Bret...Bret...
Bret McKinney? No, there was
deserve any better. She was just some chubby shy girl. She was broken, and they
were broken. That should work, right? Apparently not. She looked at the clock
again. 10 minutes until the shop was closed.
Anna
wandered through the aisles of flowers, thinking about her life, who she was,
what she was doing. The sweet smell of Lily-of-the-valley came from her left,
the light, airy smell of gardenia’s came from her right. Those were very
fragrant flowers, and Anna appreciated that, but her favorite had always been
calla lilies. Those thin, fragile stems leading to those delicate white petals.
It always made her heart skip a beat when she saw them in the shop.
Zantedeschia aethiopica. She remembered the scientific name for them from her
days in college. She recalled how much water they needed, what kind of light
they thrived in, and all of the other facts about them that are useful for
someone about to take over the family flower business.
She
always did well in school, since she wanted her parents to be proud of her.
There was no doubt in her mind that they were proud of her, too. They
told her how much they loved her and how much her taking over the business
meant to them. Her parents were her ground, her bedrock which she always knew
was there for her if she was to fall. She remembered her father going out and
buying a gun a few days after Arnold had struck her while drunk.
He
was ready to drive down to her college and blow him away, but Anna had
thankfully convinced him not to. Her parents loved each other deeply – they met
when her father was in the military, in fact – and sometimes she wished that
she could find that same kind of love. She wished that she could find someone
who didn’t possess her, who didn’t hurt her, who didn’t judge her or want her
to change. She wanted to find someone earnest and kind, who was compassionate
and smart. She sighed to herself as she looked at the clock again. That was
indeed a tall order. 5 minutes until the shop was closed.
Anna
looked out of the store windows as the sun passed beneath the horizon. She saw
a car pull into the parking lot with a squeal, and she walked behind the
counter. It was rare to have a customer come in at the last minute. Heck, it
was rare to have a customer at all these days. She wasn’t about to complain though,
it had been a slow day. The door flew open, and the breeze from outside made
the wind chime near the entrance jingle a calming melody.
A
tall man briskly made his way down the aisle and headed directly for Anna. He
had a short-cropped haircut, and was wearing a polo with the top few buttons
undone. His broad shoulders and thin hips hugged his cut body perfectly, and
Anna could hear the sound of his flip-flops hit the cement floors of the shop.
As he got closer, Anna could swear that she had seen this person before. It was
almost a sense of déjà vu. It was like she recognized him, yet did not
recognize him at the same time. Perhaps she had dreamt of someone like this man
recently, as she watched him begin to approach the counter.
“You’re
not closed yet, are you?” Anna looked at the man’s cut jaw, his clean-shaven face,
his dark brown eyes. He was gorgeous. “We’re closing in about 5 minutes, but
don’t worry about that. How can I help you?” The man paused for a second and
squinted his eyes, turning his head to the left ever so slightly. He put his
finger in the air and waved it up and down for a moment, like he was trying to
place something. “Anna? Anna Wheaton?” Apparently she did know this person.
Anna squinted her eyes too, trying to place where she had met him. Perhaps they
went to high school together? “Yes, I’m Anna Wheaton. I’m sorry, do we know
each other? I’m not very good at remembering people, sadly.” The man laughed a
little. “No, no, that’s fine, I’m not very good at it either. It’s me, Bret.”
Bret...Bret...
Bret McKinney? No, there was
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