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*hint hint*

Yesterday I ended up working an 8-hour shift instead of my scheduled 4 hours.

In the last hour, Dave came through my check-out - I noticed him 3 customers back in line.

Coincidentally, the only man to purchase flowers from me the entire 8 hours of my shift happened to be the man directly in front of Dave.

Grinning back at my green-eyed boy, I waved the bouquet suggestively.

He shook his head and gave me Andes mint chocolates instead, later protesting that he was going to buy me flowers but didn't have enough money with him.

And yes, the chocolate was very very good; I still have 2/3 the package left, which means I ate about 10 pieces last night. :)

And until Dad's can't-cost-much-more-than-a-packet-of-Andes white rose wilts, I'll go easy on Dave.

But when that vase is empty....

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