This morning, at approximately 10 am, a man walks in to my job with a beautiful bouquet of Stargazer Lillies and a teddy bear.
"Wallace!" he says.
"Huh?" I ask, thoroughly confused.
They're for me.
They're beautiful. And of course everyone wanted to know who they were from, so I got all sorts of comments like "ooh, keep this one" (meaning whoever sent them) and "ooh, a secret admirer!" and "whoever he is, is he handsome?"
I have a not-so-secret admirer.
He makes me blush.
The bouquet makes me cheese like crazy. I love stargazer lillies... He paid attention... He listens to the little things I say and acts on them...
I think he actually might like me.