[Tales on a Whim] Amberdusk and the Poor Sunflowers

– The Shoddyville Diaries #7–

Lazily strumming her guitar, Harper Nightingale got distracted for a moment as a delivery man carrying a long box entered the office.

“Ms. Kensi Amberdusk?” he asked. His question was directed at her. She pointed towards the room right across from where she sat.

After saying a quick “thank you,” the man walked towards Kensi’s ofiice and knocked twice.

“Yes?” Kensi asked as she opened the door.

“Package for you, ma’am. Please sign here.”

Kensi’s brows furrowed a bit as she signed for the package, wondering what’s inside and who it’s from.

“Thank you, ma’am. Have a nice day!”

“Thanks. Same to you.”

Harper gave her a questioning look. Kensi replied with a shrug. Still, Harper thought she had an inkling on who it might be from.

“Well? Aren’t you going to open it?” Harper wondered.

“Mighty curious, aren’t you, Nightingale?”

“You know that’s right.” Harper said with a wink.

“Who’s it from?” Harper asked.

Kensi pretended not to hear the query.

Inside the box were a bouquet of sunflowers; Kensi’s  favorite. Harper was about to remark they looked beautiful when Kensi picked them up and threw them in the nearest trash bin.

“Oi! What was that for? You’re wasting perfectly good sunflowers!”

Kensi mulled this over for a bit, then picked up the flowers and handed them to Harper.

“It’s not the flowers’ fault, you know,” she pointed out.

“Just make sure to place it somewhere beyond my line of sight,” Kensi retorted.

Judging from her hostility towards the innocent sunflowers, Harper is pretty sure she can guess who they’re from. (Hint: It’s this jerk)

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