Rose Necklace

Chapter 2

    Clint Davidson had to stay up until 4:00 am last night because he had to talk to a client from Japan for a business dealing he had to close with this particular investor. His Davidson Grand Hotels are planning on an asian expansion and they targeted Japan to be the first location. New York time and Tokyo time are opposite so he had to stay up that late just secure the contract. Well, he did succeed. He’ll go to Japan the following week to personally meet this Japanese partner.

    He doesn't want to get up just yet. But his alarm clock has been busting his ears, that he could not get back to sleep anymore. “Alexa, turn the alarm off!” He hollered to his AI. It did stop. Groaning, he removed his eye cover and tossed his blanket off his body. Getting up from his king-sized bed, he went straight to his window, chugging a bottle of water along the way. From the penthouse of the building he owns, sure, New York City in the morning is a sight to behold. Only, he could never appreciate it. He’s not a morning person. He’s kinda grumpy in the morning in fact. Well, not until he has his coffee, that is. 

    He closed that thick curtain on the window. He also hates the morning sun. 7:00 am. Hell. He can’t promise he will not bite off anyone who he’ll find annoying because he’s sleep deprived but he will try not to.

    He headed straight to shower, maybe the cold water could wash off some grumpiness away. Of course that did not do the trick but at least he’s a little cool now. Time for his morning run before he goes to the company. 

    Even at 7:00 am, there are already lots of people on New York streets. Doing everything. So no one seems to mind anyone else. Headphones on, he starts to run to his usual route. Just along the streets where his building is.

    But everyday, around this time, he secretly would stop a few feet away across the street from a flower shop. He’ll check his wristwatch. 7:25 am. Then a girl, looking plain as possible with her shirt and jeans but smiling as widely, would stop by. She’ll smell the roses that were on display on the glass window of the shop near the door. And if it is even possible, her smile widens more.

    Her bright smile could even beat the morning sun. Warm and lovely. That’s how Clint would describe this girl. How can someone be so happy just by smelling flowers? He always asks. He even tried to smell flowers that were placed on his office one time, but that did not make him happy. 

    The girl mouthed something to someone in the shop and went off. Off he went to, running back to his building to start to prepare for work. Because of that bright smile, his grumpiness from sleep deprivation, forgotten.