Flowers for the Lady?
"Strangest thing."
He grinned as she came near, gazing up at him with one eyebrow slightly raised in curious inquiry. Vlad's hand reached back for the passenger door handle as he leaned against the glass, feet crossed. "I’m on my way over here, and lying on the side of the street, there’s this…” As Tracy came to a stop near him with one hand on her hip, he gently pushed himself back to his feet and opened the door, turned, and reached in. "...beautiful bouquet..." He stood and turned; in his hands was a large carnation bouquet, pink and white, in a beautiful glass vase. He heard his love make a quiet noise; he held it out before him, studying it from every angle in falsely contemplative manner. "Well, these were far too lovely to keep on the side of the road, so I had to take them in. But I couldn’t take them home, I’ve no use for such pretty things." He peeked up at her and gave a grin. "Now correct me if I'm wrong, but carnations are your favorite, right?”
Tracy moved in closer and smacked him lightly, playfully, on the chest. “You’re such a sap, you know that?”
Vlad, his lips parted in a mischievous grin, shrugged helplessly. “Can’t help it. That’s what ya do to me, babe.”
She stood on her toes and gave him a kiss, then gently took the glass vase from his hands, still smiling. “Well, I guess I can overlook it, then.”
...
I don't know. I was inspired last night.
He grinned as she came near, gazing up at him with one eyebrow slightly raised in curious inquiry. Vlad's hand reached back for the passenger door handle as he leaned against the glass, feet crossed. "I’m on my way over here, and lying on the side of the street, there’s this…” As Tracy came to a stop near him with one hand on her hip, he gently pushed himself back to his feet and opened the door, turned, and reached in. "...beautiful bouquet..." He stood and turned; in his hands was a large carnation bouquet, pink and white, in a beautiful glass vase. He heard his love make a quiet noise; he held it out before him, studying it from every angle in falsely contemplative manner. "Well, these were far too lovely to keep on the side of the road, so I had to take them in. But I couldn’t take them home, I’ve no use for such pretty things." He peeked up at her and gave a grin. "Now correct me if I'm wrong, but carnations are your favorite, right?”
Tracy moved in closer and smacked him lightly, playfully, on the chest. “You’re such a sap, you know that?”
Vlad, his lips parted in a mischievous grin, shrugged helplessly. “Can’t help it. That’s what ya do to me, babe.”
She stood on her toes and gave him a kiss, then gently took the glass vase from his hands, still smiling. “Well, I guess I can overlook it, then.”
...
I don't know. I was inspired last night.