Chapter Forty-Two - Guess I'm Going On A Date
Sam POV "Yes? May I help you?" Much to my surprise it was the delivery guy who rang the doorbell with a huge bouquet of flowers. He was wearing a navy blue cap with the letter Y etched on top of the letter N. Hmm.. A Yankees fan maybe. "Are you Miss Samantha Egerton?" He asked with his thick western accent. "Uh.. Y-Yes." I stuttered. "Well then, these are for you." He handed me the flowers. "And please sign here." He then handed me his sign-off sheet. Urgh! How am I supposed to sign it when my hands are full? i***t! "Uhm, would you mind holding the flowers again?" I asked, forcing a smile even though I'm a little irritated though. "Sure!" He took them from me as I signed the paper and returned it to him. I was about to hand him a tip but he refused and said, "There's no need. The ge
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