"Hello."
"Hello, miss. How may I help you?"
"I'm looking for a special flower, for a special guy."
"I would love to help you, what kind of message do you want to give?"
"Something along the lines of, 'get the signal already, you idiot.'"
"Oh, burn."
"Yeah, burn."
"...."
"Flowers?"
"Huh, what?-oh, yeah, sorry."
"Mhm, what do you suggest?"
"These, uh, daffodils. They stand for chivalry."
"I like them."
"Me too."
"Sorry, you said something?"
"What-oh, no, nothing. Nope. Nothing at all. "
"Okay...I guess I'll take these."
"Sure, two dollars please."
"Here."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. You know, I'm actually beginning to like this shop."
"Glad to know that ma'am. Um..miss, if you don't mind...?"
"What?"
"Um..well, maybe, you could, you know, leave your contact number with me...in case you wanted more flowers?"
"Now aren't you a gentleman?"
"Just trying to keep my customers happy, miss."
"Uhuh...here, that's my cell. Anyway, I should get going, see you around."
"Have a good day miss."
"I thought you knew my name?"
"I do, just being professional."
"Oh, okay. Bye."
"Bye. Oh wait, miss, you forgot your daffodils! Ha, funny. I don't get it, why'd she leave the flowers with me- oh. Oh. Holy-I am such an idiot!"