"Are you ready to go? I'm outside your house."
I sent the text before wimping out.
A second later, a reply came.
"Yeah, but give me a sec."
I shoved my phone back into my bag and sighed.
Was it a date, or not? Am I dressed to fancy? Too simple?
"Cassie?" I heard a knock and looked up. Hugo was there in a button-down shirt with some jeans.
Adorable, yet handsome.
No, no. Stop! Cassie. This may not be a date.
Then why is he wearing something fancy.. ish?
"Did I, uh, dress to fancy?" I stammered, looking at the road. We were heading toward Brushwood, the directions entered into my GPS.
"No. You look prett-good."
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When we arrived, before the door, he stood there. The light was perfect on his face, showing no flaws. Literally. None.
"I just wanted to say.. Thanks. And here you go."
He handed me some flowers.
They were white daises.
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White Daisies
Short Story❝Sometimes all you need is love.❞ A girl and a boy. They fall in love, of course. But what does the girl receive? White daisies and love. As they fall in love, watch as their story and journey grow. [#694 in Short Story]
