The bell above the flower shop rang as Erin pushed the door open.
"Welcome to La Vida!" the florist greeted her enthusiastically.
Erin smiled faintly and pulled out her phone, scrolling through flower arrangements for recovery. She wanted to make sure the bouquet would carry the right message, especially for Will.
"What can we do for you today, darling?" the florist asked.
"A bouquet for recovery, please," Erin replied, leaving the details to the florist’s judgment.
"For a woman or a man?"
"Man," she said automatically. The florist’s teasing smile appeared immediately.
"No, not what you’re thinking. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea," Erin quickly clarified, frowning.
"Alright, purple daisies then, for that man. Meet you at the register," the florist said and left to prepare t
