Abe sighed, looking at the time in his watch. He was standing inside the flower shop still not sure what to give Melissa.
'Should I give her the scarlet geranium? Orange lilies? Cyclamens?'
"Sir? May I help you?" The florist approached him.
"I—uh, don't know what to pick.. But do you know the language of flowers?" Abe asked.
The woman shook her head, "I know a few of their meanings and stories but if ever you need to deliver a clear word, putting a card would let you communicate what you wanted to say to the recipient, sir."
"I don't want to use words, just flowers." Abe said, eyeing the flowers inside the white buckets.
"Do you know what your girlfriend's favorite flowers are?" The florist asked.
'Melissa loves all sorts of flowers and she also knows their meanings...but she l
