"Hello, Kyla," the old florist's back-home aged voice rang from the other side. "I've wondered why you didn't come to the florist for the past three days. Is everything alright? I can give you flowers for free; I don't wish you to miss the consistency."
Kyla inhaled sharply. "My father is late, so I won't be needing the flowers."
Silence struck the other end.
"Oh my. I had no idea. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Kyla swallowed. "You know what? I'll still need the flower. You're right, I shouldn't miss the consistency."
"We'll be expecting you, darling."
As the call ended, Kyla told the driver she was heading to the countryside. Even though it had only been a few days past a month, it looked like she had been gone for years.
The driver didn't argue, perhaps sensing the yearning in he
