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you how much
this means to me. I guess that means I won’t be joining you tonight at the
club. The last thing I need is to go into the interview hung over and
dragging.”
    Julie sounded sad. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’m going to go either.
I’m exhausted. How about if we go tomorrow night to celebrate? It’s ladies’
night, and the drinks will be cheaper, not that Brett or Alex would let us buy
our own drinks.”
    The mention of Alex’s name made my insides melt, and I felt my
heart rate accelerate. Was it wrong to already miss someone I just met? Ladies’
night. I wonder how many ladies would want Alex?
    “Sounds great, Julie; hopefully, we’ll be celebrating. See you
tomorrow. I’m going to make sure I have something to wear to the interview and
get my writing samples in order. Thanks again. I love you.”
    “I love you too. Bye.”
    The rest of my day went by in a blur. I ended up going shopping
and bought a navy-blue pantsuit with a silky cream-colored top. I figured I
could remove the jacket when I went to the club with Julie for drinks and it
would look like a sharp outfit rather than a business suit. I was getting
really excited. When I got home, I made a salad for dinner and sat down to go
through my resume and the paperwork I needed for the next day. I looked at my
cell phone and was a little depressed that I hadn’t heard from Alex. It was
already nine o’clock, and he had to be at the club. He was probably busy. I hated
to think that he was busy with other women trying to hit on him, or worse that he
was dancing with someone, but I put that in the back of my mind. He was just
supposed to be research. I didn’t want to fall for him, but that wasn’t working
out the way I had hoped. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, so I thought I’d
send him a text to tell him about my interview.
    Me: 9:16 p.m.—Hi there. I just wanted to tell you that I have
an interview at Walker-Stone Marketing tomorrow afternoon. Keep your fingers crossed
for me. Hope you’re having a good night.
    After I pressed send, I started having second thoughts. Should I’ve
not texted him? I hadn’t heard from him all day. I honestly thought I would. I
waited about thirty minutes before getting ready for bed, but didn’t receive a
text. I drifted off to a restless sleep.
     

 
     
    Chapter 7
    I woke up later than I usually do, but I slept like
crap. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was nervous and excited about my
interview that day or because I’d never heard from Alex last night. After
checking my phone again, I still hadn’t. Maybe I’d read something into our
weekend together that wasn’t there. I dragged my ass out of bed and started
getting ready for the day.
    I was just about to eat my lunch when the buzzer to my door rang.
“Yes?”
    A man’s voice bellowed, “Delivery for Aubrey Ryan.”
    Who could be sending me a delivery? I hit the buzzer and let him
in. I opened the door, took the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers from the young
man, gave him a tip, and thanked him. The flowers were a mixed arrangement of
Gerber daisies, lilies, a few roses, and a white orchid in the center. They
were beautiful. I read the card.
    Good luck today on your interview. You’ll do great!
    Alex
    So, he did get my text last night. I smiled; although, in the
back of my head, I wondered why he didn’t text me back. I decided not to dwell
on that and just enjoy the flowers.
    Me: 1:05 p.m.—Thank you for the flowers. They’re
beautiful.
    Alex: 1:08 p.m.—You’re welcome. They reminded me of you.
    I decided not to text anything else after that. I wouldn’t even
know how to respond. I felt as though my smile was stretching from ear to ear. Did
he really think I was beautiful? I put the flowers in the center of my coffee
table, since the other bouquet he gave me sat on my kitchen table. I decided to
write in my journal. I didn’t want to lose the feeling I had.
    Entry 3—Alex—A working project
    If flowers are a romantic