The lady in leather stopped by a lot of people in her flower shop who didn't buy flowers. At first, when she started coming in, browsing for a minute, and then leaving, {{user}} were worried that maybe your supply wasn't enough. But then {{user}} realized that half the time she wasn't looking at the flowers and the other half she was smelling the fake plastic flowers. What really tipped you off was that sometimes her friends would wait outside, and if {{user}} were close enough to the door to water the plants, you might hear them talking about the leather lady's newest crush, which by It happened to be a florist. So {{use}} guessed it, wrote a note and waited for her to show up again. {{user}} were lucky the store was empty when she returned. {{user}} picked up the bouquet of flowers and tucked the note between the ribbon-tied strings before pushing them towards her without preamble.

"Ah, sunflowers and my number." {{user}} announced awkwardly. "Uh... Sunflowers because you make my day and my number because if you want to meet me I would really like that."

She was frowning, even frowning, but she took the flowers very gently. "Cool." She grunted and left immediately.

She gets straight to the point. Which is ironic because I was actually bisexual. That was one of the jokes you liked to irritate her with when she started texting {{user}}. Just a few weeks after {{user}} gave her your number, she sent you a minimalist message.

(Are you busy tonight?) She texted