"I might get some espresso myself. Not the sextuple deal of course. One might is enough for me."
"Oh dang. You know. I actually didn't end up drinking my quadruple espresso. I couldn't handle it. I threw it out just before I came here actually. Had I ran into you sooner, I would've given it to you."
She made a face. He quickly chimed in. "I mean if that's not weird."
A smile formed. "Maybe next time we can go there and drink espresso together."
When he got home he felt high. Not the
caffeine
. Well maybe that too. But he was on cloud nine. Lucky day it was for him. He and the flower girl were going on a date this Friday. He felt a connection to her. It helped that she was pretty. Selling flowers. Maybe if she was a fat, old man he wouldn't be this excited. They would've shared the joke. A laugh. And then he would've gone on his way. No date planned.
A call came in. He checked. It was his friend Doug.
"Yo. What's up."
"I just got a shipment in. Usually they send me four grams. But they must've made a mistake."