THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 46's. Sunflowers
I was just entering when a courier picked up a bouquet of flowers. This time it's a big yellow sunflower. Jesus Christ he sent flowers again?
"For Miss Monica, as always."
"Yes, thank you Ricardo.." Reception receives it easily because it has received flowers from the same store too often. He even memorized the name of his courier.
This time I was again fascinated with the big flower, sunflower, bright yellow, wrapped in paper, interspersed with white baby breath and carnation, both of which are my favorite colors. Bright colors under the summer sun.
"Miss you want me to arrange it in a vase?"
"Yes stacking in a vase."
And I took the card that came with the flower. Read the short message he wrote as usual. This time I was wondering what was written
...Good Morning Svetluny .....
...Be a source of warmth like the sun...
...PS....
...You want to be called the sun or the moon?...
I laughed at the comedy message. This time it's a sunflower, next time I think she'll send moss, and succulent with the message, 'keep fighting like this moss later you'll flower too.'
God, what's wrong with my brain this morning, I shouldn't think about the Russian mafia too much. But he was acting too sweet to be ignored.
He replied to me with a big laugh emoji.
"Then it's safe to work Svetluny. You'll still be the moon, maybe the sun's too hot." The reply to the message is always simple. Without seduction, simple words are sometimes more curious. I once again looked at the sighting of the huge flower.
"Russian mobster, you're a master seducer."
"I don't seduce you, just say what it is." He made my day too bright like this sun bungq.
The flowers made my day beautiful today. I couldn't think about it a few days later every time I saw the flowers in the showroom.
How flattered I was, he could immediately put up a shield and make me a priority of those hurtful words and immediately defend me. Even took me for a walk afterwards. She's very sweet.
Even so, he remained in his habit. He never sends a message or a phone if nothing matters, and now I'm the one who always remembers him, remembering our conversation.
I guess now that I miss her I can't escape the fact that I'm starting to like her. I remembered her but couldn't meet her because I was afraid that a lot of things were happening up ahead. It's really torturous.
I daydreamed and did not focus on our conversation, when Eliza came, she was preparing for her wedding and was picking out some details on me, while Eliza seemed to notice why I often smiled to myself right now.
"Why are you, you smile and daydream like someone in love."
"I'm not daydreaming." Eliza took a peek at my face and I smiled back at her.
"really?" You obviously smile for yourself a lot today. Tell me what happened to you.
"I think I like Alexsey, that's all." I confessed to Eliza, from the one who used to hate her, to considering her a playboy, and all the bad things, now to like her. The heart cannot be controlled by his feelings. The future cannot be predicted.
"You like him, why don't you tell him, doesn't it seem like he likes you too.Very much like you I know from the way he treats you..."