“Was it real?” Laura lay in her bed wondering before her alarm sounded at six a.m. This thought followed her for the entire morning as she showered, ate, and practiced the cello.
At eight a.m. the buzzer rang.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“Love Bud Flower Shop. Delivery,” the voice responded.
Odd but okay, she decided and let them in and up to the third floor. She met them at the door mere moments before they rang the doorbell. “Yes?” she asked.
“Are you Laura?”
“I am. Why?”
“We have a delivery for you. Please sign here. Come on up, boys!” The delivery person yelled back toward the open elevator.
A confused Laura stepped aside as not one, not two, but six delivery people came carrying crystal vases containing a dozen long stemmed red roses in each arm.
“Where do you want these, ma’am?”
“Just put them on the dining room table and on the kitchen counter, please.”
“Okay. There’s a card for you with the order.”