This was Robert's doing.
“Oh, my goodness!” I exclaimed, a smile on my face and I began to rub my creased forehead.
How did I not connect the dots so quickly? I was so busy being upset with Dylan that I forgot about Robert, our canceled date, and the fact that he hadn't even called this morning, despite the endless streams of texts and calls I'd left him last night.
Of course, this was from him. I asked the delivery man, “This is from Mr. Clarke, right?”
“It is, indeed. Here…” The delivery man handed me a bouquet and a white box, which I eagerly accepted.
“Ma'am, please sign here.” He extended a clipboard and pen, and I quickly signed and returned them to him.
“Thank you very much, ma'am. That will be all.”
“Alright. Thank you, too.” I replied quickly, juggling the gifts and cl
