"Miss Xin... the flowers come again."
Liliana pursed her lips, barely controlling her discontent in front of the innocent security guard. Her eyes went to the huge bouquet of white lilies sitting on a table at the corner of the guard post.
That afternoon, Liliana had just come down from her apartment when the guard called her. The old man, Mr. Yao, reported the arrival of another bouquet of fresh flowers, delivered by the same courier.
"I'm sorry for troubling you, Mr. Yao," Liliana gave the older man a bow, sounding regretful, "Really, I'm sorry."
"Nah, it's nothing. This old man is happy to help," Mr. Yao waved his hands, deep crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes as he smiled, "I've told the courier man that you won't accept it but, those flowers can't be refunded or he'll get in trouble."
