The Florist

Chapter 2

He watched the long legged woman walk away. What a beauty she was. Jack Cooke was 5"7, had sunny blond hair, and eyes more blue than the summer sea. He was a doctor, a good one, great one in fact.

As he walked back into his room, Emmaline Grant was on his mind. Who was she? He didnt know, but he didn't really care at the moment. Living across from her would help him get that answer, though he was tempted to make a move. He had to stop thinking of her, but he couldn't.

To pass the the time he prepared his dinner; it was a TV dinner. The brunette was still on his mind. Why? It didnt make sence. He'd only said 14 words to her, and yes he counted. What was wrong with him? That was something left unanswered.

He went to bed earlier than usual that night. Thoughts ran his mind, all of them concluding about Emma. He had to know more about her, but how? He fell asleep not long after.

Since he had the day off, he decided to make good use of it. He went to the first floor of the apartment building, and asked about the woman to the manager. All he learned was that she was single. Though it was a plus side for him.

The short conversation kept rerunning his mind. Where was she going? Stop. This was getting crazy and stupid. It was not a big deal, not even a deal. But why did he act like it was? A random woman walks into him, and she changes his life with 26 words. And again, he counted.

So he would wait. Thats it. But how long? It didn't matter. Or did it?