Daily Story
Audrey looked over the counter, over the vase of calla lilies she was arranging, and stared.
She'd been doing this a lot lately. It was really easy to get distracted at work when she was head over heels in love with her co-worker.
She'd come to the realization only days ago, but it seemed so natural, she never noticed a difference.
She had always watched Seymour sweep the floor of the front room, alternating his focus between making sure to catch all the debris, and making sure not to trip over his own feet. Though the tripping happened so regularly now that he'd taken to tying the used flower foam to his knees as makeshift knee pads.
It was kind of adorable.
Except, every time Audrey looked over at her friend and coworker, she was hit with a wave of self loathing. There was no way in the world anything could happen. She just wasn't good enough for him.
Seymour deserved someone nicer then her, like one of those uptown girls that came in to pick up flowers for their offices. The little pink and white brunettes, or the pale, delicate little redheads, not a massive, cropped blonde like her.
Those office girls were sweet, and they would car for him a lot more then she could. They'd find out why his fingers were always sliced open and stop it. They'd find out why he got light headed after lunch every day, instead of leaving to go on 'dates' with their 'boyfriend'.
He deserved someone better then her.