Flowers.

“What beautiful flowers!” The lady said looking at me.  I didn’t know where they came from.

They came everyday.  Curious, I waited to see who delivered them.

When I saw who placed them on my doorstep, not the hand of a florist, but of a gruff young man.

I smiled.  My thank-you made him blush.

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