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From who?

I don't know, they don't have a card.

That's sweet. I didn't think guys sent flowers anymore.

I've never had a guy who would send me flowers... and I still don't. These are a mystery.

Sounds like a good one though. No one's ever sent me flowers.

Could be a stalker.

I'm sure that you will one day. Would you like some of these?

I cannot think of anyone who would stalk me, other than my stepmother. She would not waste the money to send flowers.

Oh, no. They're yours, you should enjoy them. [Shakes her head.] I'm thinking of getting some chocolate though. Want some?

I wish I knew who sent them. [She steps away from the roses, and turns to Shelby] Yes, that sounds lovely.

Any clues? [Shelby asks as she picks up a box of chocolates and offers it.] I'm pretty sure I'm going to grow up to be a crazy cat lady.

So who can you think of who would?

No... I'm not dating anyone. There's a few men who have helped me, but I don't think they're interested. [Cassie takes one chocolate] Thank you, and you are far too young and beautiful to end up as a crazy cat lady.

No one. I don't think anyone is interested in me enough to send flowers. I believe that I'm friend zoned.

It could have been my stepmother, but I don't see any sign of that. [She looks at the bouquet a little closer] Did you send them?

You're welcome. [Shelby pops one into her mouth and swallows before she speaks again.] My job is hell on my dating life. There's a guy I like, but we're sort of, I don't know what we are.

Someone's interested cause they did it.

And no. It wasn't me. If I'm buying roses, I'm keeping them for myself.

Have you told him your intentions? [Cassie takes a bite of her candy and savors it] I am interested in someone, but I don't dare let him know my intentions.

Would you like a rose? [Cassie picks one up, just narrowly avoiding the thorns] I don't need twelve of them.

We haven't really talked about it much. I've seen him three times now, and only one of those was really a date. The last time was at a funeral so...not a place to have that talk.

Tell me about this guy of yours.

They aren't meant for me.

They'll be here if you change your mind. [ She holds it to her nose to sniff it, then turns to put it back. Her finger is scraped with a thorn, and she frowns.]

I suggest that you call him, and ask to meet for pizza, or coffee... I think that will work. That's what I would do.

He's brave, and noble. He helped me out when I was in a tough spot.

Mine too. He showed up to be my date at this party I had to go to for work. Like a white knight in a three-piece suit.

Even if I change my mind. They aren't meant for me.

Oh, how romantic! Is he incredibly handsome?