I stand outside the storefront of Aunt Vonda's flower shop, bouncing in my toes, my sandals a little too tall for the motion, making me wobbly. I managed to run home for five minutes on my break-at Aunt Vonda's insistence-and pull a dress out of my closet, a pair of heels. I didn't have time to do much with my hair, but a bit of mascara and lipstick and I'm good to go.
I even raced through the cleanup of the shop at the end of my shift, not wanting to leave it for Aunt Vonda. She's been so amazing to me, she doesn't deserve to come in to a mess in the morning.
A miracle, I'm even five minutes early, nervously pacing in front of the windows, using one to check my teeth for lipstick when I spot Miller crossing the street, his reflection approaching me through the glass.
I spin to face him
