The tight red bud of the rose indicated to me how recent it had been purchased. I brought it over to one of my empty vases and after filling the decanter with water, I stared at the note. The hand writing was small and erratic. Anyone could have written this. Who do I know would send me a rose?
The time on my wall clock was now 7:30. So I waited and waited, but no one arrived at 8:00. Disgusted, I turned on the TV.
About 8:30, I heard a knock on my front door. When I answered, I gasped. A hundred red roses were all over the steps. The new card said, "I'll see you at 9:00."
Well, I wasn't going to wait for someone this time. Then my phone rang. The caller ID didn't show the number.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Mary, did you get my flowers?"
"Robert? Where are you. I waited until 8:00 and no one came."
"I've just been shipped to South Korea, but I wanted you to know how much I thought of you."
"Oh, Robert, be safe, okay?"