“I like him,” she said suddenly and I raised a brow at her, “He doesn’t scare me as much as the others.”
“Good for him then.”
I knew what she was doing. In her own gentle way, she was expressing her support for him. Not that I needed it, but I couldn’t deny that it was refreshing to know that someone other than Olivia approved.
“I think he’s a good guy,” she offered up the words casually and then she disappeared down the stairs.
I sat in my office completely anxious for the rest of the day. I didn’t bump into Nathan but he somehow managed to dominate my thoughts.
At the end of the day when it was time for everyone to leave, I realized that Nathan was nowhere to be found. I walked down the stairs expecting to see him but the only person I saw was Miles.
I checked my phone to be sure that there were no missed texts from him but there was nothing. At this point I was completely confused and not sure of how I was supposed to move forward.
Miles had already stepped out of the office and I followed him only to be absolutely dumbfounded when I got to my car. Resting on the back seat was a bouquet of flowers. They were small blue flowers but I didn’t recognize them.
I have never actually received flowers in my life and looking at it tugged at just the right heartstrings.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Miles smiling softly but I could barely even pay attention to him. I gently picked up the bouquet only to see a little note fall out of it.
At first, I wanted to get you daisies. I have a personal attachment to them because my mother loved them so much. We had a little bed of daisies growing up and I remember her going out every morning to watch them bloom at dawn.
But then, I saw these and my first thought was something was wrong because I couldn’t smell a thing. Then the florist explained that they’re called forget-me-nots and they have basically no scent at all.
It just felt perfect because this way you’re not exactly missing out on much. It can smell to you whatever you want it to.
In that one moment, I had a new favorite flower. I wanted to imprint the moment and the card to memory. I read it over and over again until I could practically recite it by heart and the entire time, Miles was driving silently.
I looked up and realized that we weren’t going to my house, “You know where he is, don’t you?”
“I’ve been sworn to secrecy.” That was as much of an admission as I was going to get from him.
Miles stopped the car in front of a familiar building and I shook my head to myself as a small smile played on my lips. I should have known that Nathan would have something like this up his sleeve.
I stared at the large sign that read Angels Café and I resisted the urge to scoff slightly. I saw him walk out of through the doors and he made his way over to me. He opened the door for me and when he saw that I held the flowers in my hands, he smiled.
“Nice flowers,” I said as I reluctantly put them down so he could help me out of the car.
“I’m glad you liked them.”
“Where’s your car?”
“At home,” when I looked at him quizzically he sighed, “Ubers are a thing.”
I heard Miles get out of the car too and to my surprise he handed my keys to Nathan. Nathan put them in his pocket and with a tip of his head; Miles turned down the road and started to walk away, presumably home.
I turned to Nathan with a raised brow and instead of responding, he led me in through the doors of the busy café. It wasn’t as full as it usually is but it was still bustling with people. Nathan and I walked right past everyone and towards a booth at the far corner of the café.
“Why here?’ I asked as soon as we took our seats, “Other than the fact that this is where I was coerced into agreeing to the documentary.”
“You weren’t coerced, your pride just got in the way.” I rolled my eyes mainly because I knew he was right. “It was how we officially met.”
“We met when you spilled your coffee and your beer on me.”
He chuckled under his breath, “I thought we agreed to wipe the slate clean.”
“You said you would build over it,” The corner of his lips quirked as he realized that I did remember the conversation.
“Then allow me build over it, sunshine.” As he spoke, I noticed someone staring at us out of the corner of my eye. I started to turn but he grabbed my wrist and stroked my palm softly. “Ignore them.”
