Page 80 of She Likes It, Hey Micah
“Love you, Mic.”
“Love you too, Brook. See you tomorrow.”
The last thing I want to do right now is go back into the office to work, but I’m so close to this Greenwood event that I tell myself to suck it up and make it through this week. If nothing else, I have to see it all come together. After that… After that, I might have to seriously consider looking for another job before Lila drives me completely nutso.
When I make it back to my desk, a brightly colored bouquet pulls me to a stop. That wasn’t there when I headed outside. With a smile blooming on my face, I hurry forward in search of a note but come up empty. Is it from the pizza guy as an apology for standing me up? But no, he doesn’t know where I work. So maybe a second try from one of my past dates?
The only other explanation is…
I’m barely brave enough to hope. Grabbing my phone, I send off a text with a picture of the flowers and hold my breath as I wait for the answer that comes quickly.
Me: Is this your sad attempt at guessing my favorite?
Fischer: No.
My heart sinks. Maybe they aren’t from him? It must be my dad with another attempt at convincing me to move to Diamond Springs.
My phone buzzes again, and I look down.
Fischer: This is me figuring you could use some flowers to brighten your day, but I didn’t want to waste my guess so I picked all of the flowers thataren’tyour favorite.
Oh. That’s really sweet.
Me: You don’t think daisies or carnations are my favorite?
Fischer: While they suit you, no. They’re not your favorite.
He seems so confident, though it’s easy to sound confident in a text. Would he be this certain if I were standing in front of him?
Me: Okay, Mr. Smarty-pants! What’s my favorite?
Fischer: Patience.
Me: That’s not a flower!
Fischer: *eye roll emoji*
Me: Wow, I didn’t know you knew how to use emojis!
Fischer: I am older than you, but I can be hip with the kids and their lingo.
Fischer: Pretend I didn’t just say that.
Me: I just screenshotted this whole conversation and will be sharing it on every social media account I have!
Fischer: You forget I have a roommate who can make any evidence of this conversation disappear.
Me: How is Broccoli doing?
Fischer: You were right. He picked the name Brock because broccoli and kale are in the same family. Kale isn’t even his real name, but he won’t tell me what it is.
“Taylor!” Lila’s shout makes me jump.
“Guess my lunch break is over early,” I mutter, wishing I had stayed outside longer. I just have to make it until Saturday. Once Saturday is over, I’m taking control of my life. And figuring out Kale’s real name.
I send one last text to Fischer before putting my phone on silent so I won’t be distracted when I should be working.
Me: Do you want to come to dinner with me and my family tomorrow? I would love for you to meet them!
