For today’s entry, “C”, I have carnations. While the stories are linked, each is a standalone. However, if you’ve missed any and want to read them, you can catch up here.
Leah glances from the bouquet Charlie extends to his expectant face.
“Oh, carnations,” she says.
Charlie’s face falls flat and he drops his hand. Angie warned him this might happen. “Many women hate carnations,” she’d told him. “They think they’re a cheap flower.” Josie on the other hand had told him, “That’s snobbish Sex and the City stuff. Carnations are hardy, long-lasting, and smell like cloves. I think they’re for the true of heart.” He’d gone with Josie’s suggestion because he liked them too and liked to think Leah was true of heart. But, man, he still wanted her even if she didn’t like carnations, but he was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to want him. Josie’d said in that Sex and the City episode that the woman wasn’t ever going out with that man again. What if Leah was like this?
“I’m sorry,” he says.
She frowns, the space between her eyebrows forming two parallel lines. “Why?”
“Because I thought you’d like carnations,” he says, while looking again at the bouquet of hues of purple carnations.
A delighted laugh springs from her lips as she grabs the bouquet. “Are you kidding? I love them! They’re all shades of purple. It’s like you’ve been paying attention and really know me.”
He feels himself blush. Dang, he hasn’t blushed since he was thirteen years old, and that was because of a girl too.
She stands on her tiptoes and lands a kiss on his surprised lips.
Josie 1, Sex and the City 0.