As part of my master plan, I decided to pick up a couple of roses to say “I’m sorry.” I was sure that once I showed up looking all nice and with roses in hand, Jimmy would have to forgive me. It was late, so the only place I could find any roses was the local supermarket. Jimmy had this thing about supermarket flowers, but being desperate, I ran inside to find the most perfect ones in stock.
After searching high and low, I finally located the flower section toward the back, which I thought odd because I usually saw them in the front. I guess this is something new. I inspected the roses and frowned. A good number were wilting, probably from being exposed the entire day. But just as I was about to give up, I found two the perfect shade of red, with specks of water on them that made it look
