She woke up the next morning thinking about him. She wasnt mad at him, she just understood he had a tough career & that he wouldnt make some of her occasions. She got out of bed, slid a robe on and proceed to the kitchen where she saw five glasses of single pink roses.
“What’s this?” she pondered.
She looked around to see a personal note.
“Follow the roses.”
She then looked up and saw them lined up leading to the hallway.
She quickly followed the roses to find the last one, a glass rose in a glass cup.
“Now what?” she thought.
“Miss Clarke?”
She looked around to see a decorated room and a table set for 2 in the middle of it.
“Madame, here’s your seat.”
She sat at the table, to find her favorite Starbucks drink ready for her.
“Oh a white mocha!”
“Do you like it baby?” he said.
“Antonio!”
“Hey, I wanted to make last night up by giving you a midnight breakfast.”
“But its 9:26am.”
“I know.”
He clapped his hands and servers came out with her favorite dish along with his.
“Enjoy.” he said.