Delivered to the apartment today was a small assortment of flowers. Attached to the flowers had a note that read:
I’m not sure what you’re doing right now, probably reading or writing, but I want you to know that I’m thinking about you. I hope you like these flowers. I know they aren’t your favorite, but the store didn’t have them and the lady convinced me that you would like these. Have a good day, babe. I can’t wait to come home to see my two girls and son. Jack, too.
See you soon.