Delivered to the female’s address is a bouquet of baby’s breath, bundled together with an orange ribbon. It could’ve been purple, really, knowing how this was a favourite colour of the female’s. Yet her shop was short of resources and she couldn’t personally be there to provide what was missing. Hopefully though, the female wouldn’t mind much.
Earlier this day, an offer was made to the female’s ‘special someone’ and with much delight and eagerness did she grab the opportunity to help him out in making their ‘special day’ a little more significant.
Thus, the bouquet. Attached to it, however, is a note. Scribbled in it is:
Happy 2nd month. You’re free for dinner later tonight, right? Regardless, we’ll go for one… so bring a dress maybe.You can wear sneakers with it, it’s okay :)
- Minke Whale
Surprised was an understatement as she hadn’t expected anything to arrive. Not from fans and not from him because she was sure he’d be away for the day and even tired by this hour since he’d just gone off from a concert she was guessing to have been exhausting. There was a different word to this feeling, she just couldn’t pinpoint and she couldn’t exactly explain what she was tried about but it wasn’t disappointment. In fact, she found it thoughtful that he knew what she liked. How he found out, she could only guess. On that note, thoughtful doesn’t do justice on the idea either.
With fond chuckles, she reads the note, shaking her head at the confidence level inscribed all over the sheet. “Regardless…” she scoffs. Squinting, she laughs. He had the kind of mindset that was uncontrolled - as if there was nothing that could hinder him from whatever he wanted to do. Even though she was stubborn and determined herself, she was susceptive to this nature of his.
So yes, even if she needed to catch up and stay at the center, she would make time for him. And yes, a dress it is. It was a special day, after all. She contemplated heels but when he mentions it on the note, a purse of her lips form. Partly because she wanted to wear it without permission, for that reason that she liked feeling like she wasn’t whipped at all and she makes firms decisions on her own when in reality, she’s one indecisive lass.
“I was going to either way,” she mumbles to herself before setting the flowers on a vase and plopping down in bed to send him a text message expressing thanks.