Pink Roses
Three days later, Lynn had rehearsal again. She was nervous about the practice, which was unusual. Singing was always relaxing for her, even if playing shows was stressful. But she had finished a new song the night before, and it was one of her most personal ones yet. She completely trusted Brian and Alex, but it was still nerve-wracking to show them the new lyrics. After that, the flower shop seemed like it would be a good place to calm her nerves for a minute. She didn’t know if Ashley would be working, but Lynn definitely hoped she would.
There were a few people browsing through the flowers, but Lynn passed them and headed for the back counter. Ashley was standing behind the counter again, and she smiled at Lynn and waved her over.
“You’re back! Did you pick anything yet?” She seemed excited to see Lynn, but maybe she was just happy to have a returning customer. Lynn didn’t want to read too much into anything.
“Nope, I can’t decide. Any recommendations?”
“Pink roses. You seem like you could use a little touch of color. And they mean admiration or appreciation, um, if you were wondering.” Lynn took the roses Ashley held out. They smelled beautiful, and Ashley was probably right. Lynn had been living in black and white for too long.
“Yeah. I like them. Thank you. And I think it’s amazing that you know what all the flowers mean and stuff.”
Ashley laughed. “I don’t know what all of them mean. Like..." She paused. "Rhododendron. Who the hell knows what a rhododendron means?” Lynn grinned and Ashley blushed a little bit and looked down. Lynn felt her heart beat faster. Maybe Ashley really did like her, too. She paid for the roses and walked to the door.
“See you later!” Ashley called. Lynn waved at her and walked out onto the sidewalk, still smiling. There was a definite possibility of… something. Or maybe it was just the roses.