“That’s me.”
All he got was a grunt in response, but the guy opened the back door and pulled out a huge bouquet of pink roses.
“We don’t do delivery, you know,” he muttered as he stalked closer to Elliot. “But some guy wouldn’t take no for an answer and paid my dad five hundred dollars if we promised to get these to you.”
Elliot’s eyes widened. Five hundred dollars?To get flowers delivered?
“Here.”
Another grunt, and the vase was shoved into Elliot’s arms. He watched the delivery guy stomp his way back to the car, jump in, and drive away without another word.
Elliot blinked.
What the hell had just happened?
He turned his attention to the flowers, and his face broke out in a smile. Some of the flowers had blossomed, but most were still buds. Pink rosebuds. He giggled.
Back inside, he noticed a card. He pulled it out of the little envelope and read the verse written in neat lettering.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your behind is lovely
And so is the rest of you