Mort stood outside the three-story building with a bouquet of flowers in hand, trying to decide if he should give them to Lily. Was it a date? Was it just a work dinner? Was it just a friends thing? Are the flowers too much? He had tried to pick flowers that could go both ways. No red roses. s**t, should he have gone more romantic? What if she wants red roses?
Damn, why does it always have to be so hard?
It was a warm evening, and a rainstorm had just passed. He could smell the wet asphalt. He liked that smell; it was helping to calm him. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but it was his fancy dress t-shirt and the jeans were clean.
He looked up and down the street, not admitting to himself that he was stalling. The street was strangely deserted. It was a residential stre
