I hurry inside the house after her and come to a standstill, my hands covering my mouth. The hall is lined with bright yellow roses. He even remembered the type of rose I like.
"How did this get here?" I ask in awe.
"The delivery men arrived when I opened the door. They were apologizing for being late. Something about running out of yellow roses."
"They are beautiful but so many."
"I count twenty-five individual bouquets," she responds. "Anyway I've got to run and you do too. You barely have any time to get to that address."
"You're right!"
She leaves and I run up the stairs to take a quick shower. I am dressed in twenty minutes, taking care of my attire because I've no idea where the address on the card would lead to.
