Colt
It’s not until I’m standing at Sam’s office door that I realize she probably doesn’t have a vase to go with the flowers I’m holding.
In my defense, I’ve never done the whole flower thing before. I’ve always just bought women whatever jewelry or clothing they pointed to when we went shopping, so I was never really responsible for more than just handing over a credit card. I’ve never done the actual choosing of anything I bought for a woman.
The flowers were an impulse buy, a selfish one, because I’m hoping they’ll make up for the fact that I’m about to cancel a meeting for the third time in a row. While I think I did a good job with the actual flowers, a bunch of orange and yellow things the lady called lilies, it didn’t occur to me to get anything to put them in.
Samantha doesn’t
