RE: Fill: Not What I Ordered J2 (4/9)jdl71February 2 2020, 01:28:25 UTC
After he pulled into his parking space, he sat in his car, listening to it idle before he cut the engine and forced himself to get out and walk across the parking lot, into the building and to his office. He made sure to say hello to his coworkers as he weaved through them on the way to his office before he crossed the threshold and closed his door. He only ventured out of his office once to refill his coffee before lunch.
With it being Valentine’s Day, JD had a catered lunch for his staff in the break room. Jensen debated on whether or not it was worth it to join his coworkers. He wasn’t sure if he was up to listening to more gossip about himself or what plans his coworkers had arranged to celebrate Valentine’s Day with their loved ones. He was ready to work through lunch when he was interrupted by a knock at his door. His head shot up at the sound and he looked fearfully at the door. “Ye . . . yes?” he stuttered and watched as the door was pushed open.
“Jensen, tell me you’re not working through lunch,” JD said in an exasperated tone as he stood in the doorway.
Jensen swallowed, trying to figure out how to tell his boss that yes, he had decided to do just that. “I . . . was,” he started to say but stopped when he saw JD roll his eyes at him. “No, I was just about to join everyone,” he explained as he pushed himself away from his desk.
“Good, come on,” JD responded with a wave of his hand, trying to hurry Jensen along before he turned and walked in the direction of the break room.
Jensen followed him in, dreading having to join in. He plastered a smile on his face as he grabbed a plate and picked through the sandwiches until he settled on a chicken wrap. He added salad to his plate and a heart-shaped cookie before taking one of the empty chairs. He listened half-heartedly to his coworkers as they discussed their plans for the night while he ate. He startled when he heard his name. “I’m sorry?” he murmured as he raised his head see Alli looking at him expectantly.
He felt his stomach bottom out as he tried to find the words to explain that no, he didn’t. Why would he? It wasn’t like he was seeing anyone. “Oh, I, Uhm . . .” he started to say only to be interrupted when Lola walked in carrying a cut glass vase filled with two dozen long-stemmed red roses with a card sticking out from the middle of them.
Lola wore an amused smile on her face. “Look what was just delivered!”
RE: Fill: Not What I Ordered J2 (5/9)jdl71February 2 2020, 01:28:55 UTC
Jensen watched as she placed the vase down on the table and he heard his coworkers gushing over her roses. Maybe this extravagant delivery would overshadow his, he silently hoped.
“Oh, those aren’t for me, they’re for Jensen,” Lola announced.
All he could do was stare at the flowers as his coworkers turned their attention on him. What had been delivered wasn’t what he had ordered. Someone had to be playing a joke on him.
“There’s a card,” Lola said as she slid the vase closer toward Jensen.
Jensen stood and reached out, gingerly plucking the card from its plastic holder. He looked down at the envelope to see that it was indeed his name printed in black ink across the front of the red envelope.
“They’re beautiful,” Mary commented.
“Wow, you’re so lucky,” Tina said with a tight smile.
“Someone’s making a statement,” Sue breathed out.
“So, who are they from?” JD asked as he watched everyone watching Jensen. He chuckled softly as he observed how interested and possibly jealous Mary, Tina, Lola, Alli and Sue appeared to be. Tim and Brent looked intrigued, and he knew he was to find out who had sent Jensen roses on Valentine’s Day.
Jensen forced himself not to shake as he flipped the envelope over and pulled out the card. He opened it to read the exact message he had typed out last night. There had to be some type of mistake, was the only thought running through his mind. How had he screwed up the order, he wondered.
“Come on, share,” Mary demanded.
With a shy smile on his face, he offered the card to Mary. He heard everyone’s excitement as they read the card and then questioned him on who J was as the card was returned to him. He fitted it back into the envelope, replaced it in its holder and then picked up his vase of roses. “I guess you’ll just have to wait to find out,” he said as he walked out of the break room, carrying the flowers to his office.
He placed the vase on his desk and sat down. All he could do was stare at them, wishing that there really was someone in his life who had actually sent him the roses. With a sigh, he forced himself to stop looking at them and get back to work. He was so lost in what he was doing that he jumped when his desk phone rang. “Hello?”
“Jensen, Jared’s here for you,” Lola gushed over the phone.
“Uhm, okay, could you send him back?”
“Of course,” Lola said with a giggle before ending the call.
RE: Fill: Not What I Ordered J2 (6/9)jdl71February 2 2020, 01:29:26 UTC
Jensen stood up and went to open his door, wondering who Jared was and why he was here looking for him. He poked himself out of his office to see a tall, muscular man walking toward him carrying a smaller bouquet of roses in a red plastic vase. They resembled the bouquet he thought he had actually ordered last night. His lie was about to be discovered. How was he going to explain this? He could feel himself beginning to panic when he heard someone ask if the man walking toward him was J.
“Hi,” Jared said in a warm baritone voice and then smiled, his dimples on display.
“Hi,” Jensen replied as he looked up into sparkling hazel eyes. He bit his bottom lip as he took in the man standing in front of him. He was just the type of man he had pictured himself with; slightly taller than himself, with shaggy chestnut-colored hair, and definitely muscular. His breath hitched in his throat when Jared said his name. “Come in,” he said as he turned and led the man into his office, closing the door on prying eyes.
“So, ah, well, there’s really no easy way to say this,” Jared started to say, only to be stopped by Jensen.
“There was a mistake with the orders. Yeah, I kind of figured that out,” Jensen offered as he took the bouquet from Jared’s outstretched hand and placed it on his desk. “What I got wasn’t what I ordered.”
“Wait, what?” Jared questioned in a surprised tone. “You ordered the roses for yourself?”
Jensen could only nod his head yes in response to Jared’s question. He looked away from Jared and swallowed several times. The situation was only getting worse by the moment. He could feel Jared looking at him; judging him. He was probably wondering what kind of loser ordered roses to be delivered on Valentine’s Day for himself.
“Why?” Jared asked in a stunned voice.
“Does it matter?” Jensen managed to get out as he picked up the vase, holding it out so Jared could take it and leave. His mind raced as he tried to figure out a way to save face as Jared walked past everyone carry the roses they thought were his. “Could you . . . could you maybe say that they’re tainted with pesticides or something when you leave with them?” He looked up into Jared’s eyes, hoping the man would agree to help him out.
RE: Fill: Not What I Ordered J2 (7/9)jdl71February 2 2020, 01:30:04 UTC
Jared took the vase from Jensen only to place it back down on his desk. “What I meant was, why would a guy as good-looking as you need to send himself roses?”
“Because I don’t have anyone to celebrate Valentine’s Day with, and my coworkers have all these crazy ideas about why I’m single,” Jensen admitted.
“So, you sent yourself the flowers to get them off your back,” Jared supplied with a smile and watched as Jensen nodded. He looked at Jensen, then the door and then back at Jensen again. “How did someone know to call me by my nickname?” he asked in confusion.
Jensen grabbed the envelope and handed it to Jared. He watched Jared read it and as his eyes widened in surprise. “That’s why,” he explained.
“Well, did they?”
“Did they what?” Jensen asked, not understanding Jared’s question.
“Put a smile on your face?”
“Yes, but now . . .” Jensen swiped a hand at the flowers and then at himself. There was no way out of this for him, he thought.
“So, what would another dozen roses do for you?” Jared asked and watched as Jensen’s head snapped up and he turned to look at him.
“What?”
“How about you keep both deliveries,” Jared offered with a dimpled smile.
“Why would you do that for me?” Jensen shook his head, trying to make sense of Jared‘s words. “Won’t you get in trouble with your boss?”
Jared threw his head back and laughed. “My mom, who those roses were for, yes. My boss, not so much since I own Sweet Blossom. I’ll make you a deal, you can keep the roses, if you agree to have dinner with me tonight.”
“Why?”
Jared offered Jensen another dimpled smile. “Well, the way I see it, it’s divine intervention. What are the odds that this could happen? Your coworkers back off and I get to have dinner with a single, good-looking man.” As he looked at Jensen, the smile began to slip from his face. “I’m mean, did I read things wrong?”
“No!” Jensen coughed and then cleared his throat. “No, you read things right.” He felt his face heat as he blushed. “That’s really nice of you to offer, but I’m sure you have better things to do. You must have already had plans for tonight. It is Valentine’s Day, after all.”
Jared chuckled. “Believe me, I’d much rather take you out to dinner then spend tonight as a third wheel with my parents.” Jared wrinkled his nose at the idea. “All my mom will do is ask me why I haven’t met a nice man yet. And my dad will tell her to stop harassing me as she lists the nice single men she’s met that would be perfect for me.” He heard Jensen laugh and he joined in. “Please have dinner with me,” he managed to gasp out as he tried to catch his breath.
RE: Fill: Not What I Ordered J2 (8/9)jdl71February 2 2020, 01:30:35 UTC
Jensen’s shoulders shook as he laughed. “Okay,” he finally said as his laughter subsided. “I guess I could help you out.” The corners of his lips twitched up as he fought and lost at trying to appear serious.
“I live above my shop. It’s not the biggest place, but it’s homey and I know for a fact that there’s a table for two available all night,” Jared offered, hoping Jensen would be willing to at least consider coming to his place. He knew it would be next to impossible to get a reservation at a halfway decent restaurant on Valentine’s at such short notice.
“Okay,” Jensen said, willing to throw caution to the wind and join Jared at his home for dinner. “Just know that I’m leaving your name and address in a sealed envelope with my coworkers. The police will know where to start looking for me if I turn up missing.”
“Message received. But I’d like to assure you that you have nothing to worry about. You’ll be perfectly safe. My dogs, well, that’s another story, they’re attention seekers.” Jared’s eyes widened. “You’re not allergic to dogs are you?”
Jensen gave Jared a warm smile. “No, I’m not. And I happen to like dogs. But I hate Sushi.”
“It’s a good thing that wasn’t on the menu,” Jared responded with a smile. “How do you feel about spaghetti with red sauce?”
“Sounds good. Can I bring anything?”
Jared shook his head, “No, just you and your appetite. Does seven work for you?”
“It’s perfect.” Before Jensen could say anything else, he felt Jared’s hands on his biceps, gently pulling him close to him. And then Jared was kissing him. It was a sweet, chaste kiss, and he found himself wanting more.
“Sorry, that was probably too forward, but I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you agreed to have dinner with me.”
“Not complaining,” Jensen said before he leaned in and returned the kiss.
“I’ve got to remember to thank my assistant for messing up the orders,” Jared breathed out as their kiss ended.
“I should probably go so you can get back to work,” Jared said as he let go of Jensen and took a step back.
“Not without giving me your phone number,” Jensen remarked as he turned toward his desk and grabbed his notepad and pen. He scribbled down his information before handing everything to Jared. He watched as Jared pocket the paper and then wrote down his own. “I’ll walk you out,” he offered after taking the notepad and pen back. He glanced down at Jared’s information. “Pada . . . Padalecki?”
Jared nodded his head and smiled. “Yeah, it’s Polish.”
RE: Fill: Not What I Ordered J2 (9/9)jdl71February 2 2020, 01:31:11 UTC
“Thank you for letting me keep the roses, they’re beautiful. Your mom won’t disown you if you don’t bring her those will she?” he asked as he eyed the long-stemmed roses, not wanting to give them up now.
“When she hears why, she won’t care.”
Jensen couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on his face. “Okay.” He turned and walked over to the door. He glanced at Jared to see that he was also smiling. “Seven tonight,” he confirmed.
“Or six-thirty, or six. Just promise me that you’ll come.”
“We’ve already sealed it with a kiss. I’m not backing out now.” He reluctantly pulled the door open, knowing he had to get back to work. He started down the hall with Jared following closely behind. He could feel everyone’s eyes on them as he led Jared to the front door. As he reached out to open the door, he felt Jared’s hand on his arm. He looked up at him in confusion.
“They’re all watching,” Jared whispered as he leaned in and kissed Jensen. He pulled back and smiled. “Just giving them something to chew on.” He glanced over his shoulder and watch as Jensen’s coworkers scrambled to appear as if they hadn’t been watching their every move. Turning back to Jensen, he said, “I’ll see you tonight,” before leaving.
Jensen watched as Jared walked toward a delivery van, decorated with different flowers cascading down the panels and Sweet Blossom written in cursive above, got in and drove off before turning around. He braced himself for whatever his coworkers were about to throw at him. To his amazement, the only one to make a comment was their boss.
“So, that was J?” JD questioned with a gleam in his eyes. He had already cautioned everyone to remain quiet. He didn’t want them teasing Jensen or asking him endless questions.
“Jared,” Jensen replied over his shoulder walking back to his office. As he sat back down at his desk, he heard his cell phone ping. Grabbing it, he smiled when he saw it was a text from Jared.
JP: Happy the roses put a smile on your face.
JA: Can’t wait to see you tonight.
JP: Does this make you my Valentine?
JA: Only if you’ll be mine?
JP: Yes! See you tonight.
JA: Happy Valentine’s Day.
Before placing his phone on his desk, he snapped a picture of the vase filled with the two dozen long-stemmed red roses. His plan to get his coworkers to stop wondering why he was single hadn’t gone as he had intended, but he wasn’t going to complain.
RE: Fill: Not What I Ordered J2 (9/9)dugindeepFebruary 2 2020, 04:41:06 UTC
So cute! I once ordered flowers for someone and added on a small order for me so I could have pretty flowers at my desk. My coworkers went NUTS wondering who sent them to me lol
With it being Valentine’s Day, JD had a catered lunch for his staff in the break room. Jensen debated on whether or not it was worth it to join his coworkers. He wasn’t sure if he was up to listening to more gossip about himself or what plans his coworkers had arranged to celebrate Valentine’s Day with their loved ones. He was ready to work through lunch when he was interrupted by a knock at his door. His head shot up at the sound and he looked fearfully at the door. “Ye . . . yes?” he stuttered and watched as the door was pushed open.
“Jensen, tell me you’re not working through lunch,” JD said in an exasperated tone as he stood in the doorway.
Jensen swallowed, trying to figure out how to tell his boss that yes, he had decided to do just that. “I . . . was,” he started to say but stopped when he saw JD roll his eyes at him. “No, I was just about to join everyone,” he explained as he pushed himself away from his desk.
“Good, come on,” JD responded with a wave of his hand, trying to hurry Jensen along before he turned and walked in the direction of the break room.
Jensen followed him in, dreading having to join in. He plastered a smile on his face as he grabbed a plate and picked through the sandwiches until he settled on a chicken wrap. He added salad to his plate and a heart-shaped cookie before taking one of the empty chairs. He listened half-heartedly to his coworkers as they discussed their plans for the night while he ate. He startled when he heard his name. “I’m sorry?” he murmured as he raised his head see Alli looking at him expectantly.
He felt his stomach bottom out as he tried to find the words to explain that no, he didn’t. Why would he? It wasn’t like he was seeing anyone. “Oh, I, Uhm . . .” he started to say only to be interrupted when Lola walked in carrying a cut glass vase filled with two dozen long-stemmed red roses with a card sticking out from the middle of them.
Lola wore an amused smile on her face. “Look what was just delivered!”
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“Oh, those aren’t for me, they’re for Jensen,” Lola announced.
All he could do was stare at the flowers as his coworkers turned their attention on him. What had been delivered wasn’t what he had ordered. Someone had to be playing a joke on him.
“There’s a card,” Lola said as she slid the vase closer toward Jensen.
Jensen stood and reached out, gingerly plucking the card from its plastic holder. He looked down at the envelope to see that it was indeed his name printed in black ink across the front of the red envelope.
“They’re beautiful,” Mary commented.
“Wow, you’re so lucky,” Tina said with a tight smile.
“Someone’s making a statement,” Sue breathed out.
“So, who are they from?” JD asked as he watched everyone watching Jensen. He chuckled softly as he observed how interested and possibly jealous Mary, Tina, Lola, Alli and Sue appeared to be. Tim and Brent looked intrigued, and he knew he was to find out who had sent Jensen roses on Valentine’s Day.
Jensen forced himself not to shake as he flipped the envelope over and pulled out the card. He opened it to read the exact message he had typed out last night. There had to be some type of mistake, was the only thought running through his mind. How had he screwed up the order, he wondered.
“Come on, share,” Mary demanded.
With a shy smile on his face, he offered the card to Mary. He heard everyone’s excitement as they read the card and then questioned him on who J was as the card was returned to him. He fitted it back into the envelope, replaced it in its holder and then picked up his vase of roses. “I guess you’ll just have to wait to find out,” he said as he walked out of the break room, carrying the flowers to his office.
He placed the vase on his desk and sat down. All he could do was stare at them, wishing that there really was someone in his life who had actually sent him the roses. With a sigh, he forced himself to stop looking at them and get back to work. He was so lost in what he was doing that he jumped when his desk phone rang. “Hello?”
“Jensen, Jared’s here for you,” Lola gushed over the phone.
“Uhm, okay, could you send him back?”
“Of course,” Lola said with a giggle before ending the call.
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“Hi,” Jared said in a warm baritone voice and then smiled, his dimples on display.
“Hi,” Jensen replied as he looked up into sparkling hazel eyes. He bit his bottom lip as he took in the man standing in front of him. He was just the type of man he had pictured himself with; slightly taller than himself, with shaggy chestnut-colored hair, and definitely muscular. His breath hitched in his throat when Jared said his name. “Come in,” he said as he turned and led the man into his office, closing the door on prying eyes.
“So, ah, well, there’s really no easy way to say this,” Jared started to say, only to be stopped by Jensen.
“There was a mistake with the orders. Yeah, I kind of figured that out,” Jensen offered as he took the bouquet from Jared’s outstretched hand and placed it on his desk. “What I got wasn’t what I ordered.”
“Wait, what?” Jared questioned in a surprised tone. “You ordered the roses for yourself?”
Jensen could only nod his head yes in response to Jared’s question. He looked away from Jared and swallowed several times. The situation was only getting worse by the moment. He could feel Jared looking at him; judging him. He was probably wondering what kind of loser ordered roses to be delivered on Valentine’s Day for himself.
“Why?” Jared asked in a stunned voice.
“Does it matter?” Jensen managed to get out as he picked up the vase, holding it out so Jared could take it and leave. His mind raced as he tried to figure out a way to save face as Jared walked past everyone carry the roses they thought were his. “Could you . . . could you maybe say that they’re tainted with pesticides or something when you leave with them?” He looked up into Jared’s eyes, hoping the man would agree to help him out.
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“Because I don’t have anyone to celebrate Valentine’s Day with, and my coworkers have all these crazy ideas about why I’m single,” Jensen admitted.
“So, you sent yourself the flowers to get them off your back,” Jared supplied with a smile and watched as Jensen nodded. He looked at Jensen, then the door and then back at Jensen again. “How did someone know to call me by my nickname?” he asked in confusion.
Jensen grabbed the envelope and handed it to Jared. He watched Jared read it and as his eyes widened in surprise. “That’s why,” he explained.
“Well, did they?”
“Did they what?” Jensen asked, not understanding Jared’s question.
“Put a smile on your face?”
“Yes, but now . . .” Jensen swiped a hand at the flowers and then at himself. There was no way out of this for him, he thought.
“So, what would another dozen roses do for you?” Jared asked and watched as Jensen’s head snapped up and he turned to look at him.
“What?”
“How about you keep both deliveries,” Jared offered with a dimpled smile.
“Why would you do that for me?” Jensen shook his head, trying to make sense of Jared‘s words. “Won’t you get in trouble with your boss?”
Jared threw his head back and laughed. “My mom, who those roses were for, yes. My boss, not so much since I own Sweet Blossom. I’ll make you a deal, you can keep the roses, if you agree to have dinner with me tonight.”
“Why?”
Jared offered Jensen another dimpled smile. “Well, the way I see it, it’s divine intervention. What are the odds that this could happen? Your coworkers back off and I get to have dinner with a single, good-looking man.” As he looked at Jensen, the smile began to slip from his face. “I’m mean, did I read things wrong?”
“No!” Jensen coughed and then cleared his throat. “No, you read things right.” He felt his face heat as he blushed. “That’s really nice of you to offer, but I’m sure you have better things to do. You must have already had plans for tonight. It is Valentine’s Day, after all.”
Jared chuckled. “Believe me, I’d much rather take you out to dinner then spend tonight as a third wheel with my parents.” Jared wrinkled his nose at the idea. “All my mom will do is ask me why I haven’t met a nice man yet. And my dad will tell her to stop harassing me as she lists the nice single men she’s met that would be perfect for me.” He heard Jensen laugh and he joined in. “Please have dinner with me,” he managed to gasp out as he tried to catch his breath.
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“I live above my shop. It’s not the biggest place, but it’s homey and I know for a fact that there’s a table for two available all night,” Jared offered, hoping Jensen would be willing to at least consider coming to his place. He knew it would be next to impossible to get a reservation at a halfway decent restaurant on Valentine’s at such short notice.
“Okay,” Jensen said, willing to throw caution to the wind and join Jared at his home for dinner. “Just know that I’m leaving your name and address in a sealed envelope with my coworkers. The police will know where to start looking for me if I turn up missing.”
“Message received. But I’d like to assure you that you have nothing to worry about. You’ll be perfectly safe. My dogs, well, that’s another story, they’re attention seekers.” Jared’s eyes widened. “You’re not allergic to dogs are you?”
Jensen gave Jared a warm smile. “No, I’m not. And I happen to like dogs. But I hate Sushi.”
“It’s a good thing that wasn’t on the menu,” Jared responded with a smile. “How do you feel about spaghetti with red sauce?”
“Sounds good. Can I bring anything?”
Jared shook his head, “No, just you and your appetite. Does seven work for you?”
“It’s perfect.” Before Jensen could say anything else, he felt Jared’s hands on his biceps, gently pulling him close to him. And then Jared was kissing him. It was a sweet, chaste kiss, and he found himself wanting more.
“Sorry, that was probably too forward, but I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you agreed to have dinner with me.”
“Not complaining,” Jensen said before he leaned in and returned the kiss.
“I’ve got to remember to thank my assistant for messing up the orders,” Jared breathed out as their kiss ended.
“Definitely,” Jensen agreed. “Maybe send flowers.”
“I should probably go so you can get back to work,” Jared said as he let go of Jensen and took a step back.
“Not without giving me your phone number,” Jensen remarked as he turned toward his desk and grabbed his notepad and pen. He scribbled down his information before handing everything to Jared. He watched as Jared pocket the paper and then wrote down his own. “I’ll walk you out,” he offered after taking the notepad and pen back. He glanced down at Jared’s information. “Pada . . . Padalecki?”
Jared nodded his head and smiled. “Yeah, it’s Polish.”
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“When she hears why, she won’t care.”
Jensen couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on his face. “Okay.” He turned and walked over to the door. He glanced at Jared to see that he was also smiling. “Seven tonight,” he confirmed.
“Or six-thirty, or six. Just promise me that you’ll come.”
“We’ve already sealed it with a kiss. I’m not backing out now.” He reluctantly pulled the door open, knowing he had to get back to work. He started down the hall with Jared following closely behind. He could feel everyone’s eyes on them as he led Jared to the front door. As he reached out to open the door, he felt Jared’s hand on his arm. He looked up at him in confusion.
“They’re all watching,” Jared whispered as he leaned in and kissed Jensen. He pulled back and smiled. “Just giving them something to chew on.” He glanced over his shoulder and watch as Jensen’s coworkers scrambled to appear as if they hadn’t been watching their every move. Turning back to Jensen, he said, “I’ll see you tonight,” before leaving.
Jensen watched as Jared walked toward a delivery van, decorated with different flowers cascading down the panels and Sweet Blossom written in cursive above, got in and drove off before turning around. He braced himself for whatever his coworkers were about to throw at him. To his amazement, the only one to make a comment was their boss.
“So, that was J?” JD questioned with a gleam in his eyes. He had already cautioned everyone to remain quiet. He didn’t want them teasing Jensen or asking him endless questions.
“Jared,” Jensen replied over his shoulder walking back to his office. As he sat back down at his desk, he heard his cell phone ping. Grabbing it, he smiled when he saw it was a text from Jared.
JP: Happy the roses put a smile on your face.
JA: Can’t wait to see you tonight.
JP: Does this make you my Valentine?
JA: Only if you’ll be mine?
JP: Yes! See you tonight.
JA: Happy Valentine’s Day.
Before placing his phone on his desk, he snapped a picture of the vase filled with the two dozen long-stemmed red roses. His plan to get his coworkers to stop wondering why he was single hadn’t gone as he had intended, but he wasn’t going to complain.
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