He’s my shark soulmate. Stubborn, tenacious, strong, fearless. I think that is what makes us interminable.
Whispering, I blurt the honest words my heart feels, “I think we’ll be okay.”
“I think so too.”
CHAPTER 12
Christian
Violet’s Flower Shop on Main Street is undeniably the best florist in town. She sells all kinds of flowers and bouquets and arrangements, including flowers to plant for gardens.
Violet was also my third grade teacher before she retired and opened the flower shop. I came here all the time years ago, mostly to buy flowers for Lana. So the chances of Violet being Team Lana are extremely high.
I assume it also means that I am no longer her favorite student. I’m not anyone’s favorite anything around here at the moment. It’s great.
Earlier this morning, I stopped to talk to Katherine and shedefinitelyovercharged for a surprise I’m working on for Lana—even after I told her it wasforLana.
I pull open the door to the flower shop, hold it open for an older man on his way out, and then step into what looks like a colorful greenhouse.
“Baby Calloway.” She laughs. “Never thought I’d see you again.”
I smile. “Hi, Miss Violet.”
She pinches my cheek. “What ya doin’ here?”
I grin. “Buying some flowers for a garden I’m putting together.”
Miss Violet eyes me suspiciously, her blue eyes narrowed and searching for something on my face. “Let me guess. It’s for Lana.”
I feel heat in my cheeks. “Maybe.”
She grins. “Then I’ve got just the thing. What’s her favorite flower?”
“Sunflowers.”
Violet shoots me a look with a sly grin. “Very good.”
I snort. “Quizzing me on my girlfriend?”
“Except she isn’t your girlfriend again yet.” She arches her brow. “Right?”
I shake my head, scratching my nape. “I suppose not, Miss Violet.”
“I presume you will be trying to win her back?”
“My entire life if I have to.”
Violet smiles and begins scanning all of her flowers. She’s always got something up her sleeve. She has this superpower, we call it. She looks at a person and makes the perfect bouquet just from their “vibes” and she gets it right every time.
Whenever I brought Lana flowers at our old apartment, Miss Violet gave me a different bouquet every time with different flowers—always with sunflowers involved though. Each bouquet made Lana tear up. Still not sure if it was the flowers, the gesture, or just because she loved me so much, but the way she smiled…
I’d do anything for her to smile at me like that again.
“Sunflowers, sunflowers, sunflowers,” Violet sings toherself, her finger tapping her chin while her other hand holds a bundle of sunflowers. “What should I—Got it.”
I huff a laugh. I’m telling you,she has a superpower.
Miss Violet is crafting the ensemble in a crystal clear vase and she says, “You love her, I know.”
