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When there was a knock at the door saying that there was a delivery for Genesis, she wondered if maybe someone had sent her a bomb. Amusing but deadly nonetheless. But when she opened the door it was a florist. Somehow she thought maybe the bomb might've been better.
"You've got flowers Miss. Sign here." A paper was thrust under which she signed with a flourish and took her roses.
Someone sent her roses. Holy ... well... clearing her fuzzies out of her head, she read the note. From Rupert. Rupert sent her flowers. Oh dear. Almost dropping them, her cheeks flamed a bright scarlet red. The note was simple but to the point.
Almost in a daze, Genesis put the flowers in a vase with wide eyes. Rupert liked her, really liked her.
"You've got flowers Miss. Sign here." A paper was thrust under which she signed with a flourish and took her roses.
Someone sent her roses. Holy ... well... clearing her fuzzies out of her head, she read the note. From Rupert. Rupert sent her flowers. Oh dear. Almost dropping them, her cheeks flamed a bright scarlet red. The note was simple but to the point.
Almost in a daze, Genesis put the flowers in a vase with wide eyes. Rupert liked her, really liked her.