Wayne had always been more of a no-nonsense guy who wouldn’t spare a second glance at the decorations of life – the little things like flowers and plants just didn’t interest him.
He indeed had changed.
As the plane touched down in H City around noon, there was a subtle shift that didn’t go unnoticed. After a quick bite at their apartment with Rosalynn, Wayne suggested they stop by the local florist.
The florist, a cheerful lady with a knack for remembering faces, nearly toppled over when she saw them. “My goodness, Mr. Wayne, it’s been ages!” she exclaimed.
“I’ve been abroad handling some business,” Wayne replied, his gaze scanning the blossoms. “I’m here for some sunflowers today.”
“Oh, of course! Right this way!”d2
The florist was beside herself with excitement. Just the other day, when she'd seen Rosalynn alone, she had the sneaking suspicion that perhaps Wayne was out of the picture for good. Now, feeling a tad embarrassed by her previous assumptions, she watched as Wayne contemplated buying out her entire stock of sunflowers to gift Ivy.
Rosalynn, practical as ever, put a stop to that.
In the end, Wayne left with a stunning bouquet of sunflowers, and as they walked away, the florist clasped her hands together, whispering a grateful prayer to the heavens for keeping her favorite customer around.
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