Peace Offering

Who: Aaron
Where: Florist
When: Afternoon

Aaron stood at the florists' counter, pen in hand, staring at the card in front of him for a moment, as if trying to decide on just the right words to go with the dozen red roses he'd bought. Getting the words right was part of why he hadn't started yet. The other part was how to get the lady standing across from him to write it down for him. "You know, my handwriting is awful. She might not be able to read it if I write. How's yours?" He smiled at her hopefully. "It's an apology. I want her to be able to read it."

He had only made it halfway down the block from the Drake after leaving Evelyn storming back into the building. He'd thought about going to the restaurant, but then, it wasn't likely that she'd let him talk to her any more, and probably wouldn't serve him if he sat in her section. Hell, she might have him thrown out. Instead Aaron had paid a bellhop to give him all the information he could get about her. He found that her name was Amelia, and not much else, but that was enough to get the delivery made.

The young woman took pity on him, and reached to take the pen, sliding the card over and looking up at him expectantly. Aaron chewed his lip. This girl was tough, and the whole thing would have to be good. "How about.... I'm sorry for... sorry for being a... um.. Sorry for the way I behaved" He looked at the girl, and she nodded, writing that down. "I was in a bad mood and shouldn't have taken it out on you. I don't mean anything by sending red roses, but nothing else was pretty enough for you. I'm sorry, and if you'll let me, next time I'll start by introducing myself."

He stopped talking and looked at the clerk for some sign of approval, or possibly a suggestion, but she only offered him the pen to sign. Aaron shook his head. "No. Better if I don't sign it." Better not to scribble his name like a six year old, and better that he introduce himself in person if she'd talk to him again.