Today was the day. Pete felt nervous. He did not know what to expect as he walked down the street with the arraignment gripped in his hand. The flowers bounced with each of his determined steps. She would never expect such a large gesture from him and that excited him. Finally, he would not be predictable. He smiled, anticipating the look on her face and the appreciation she would show him.
She stepped onto the street laughing—not at him though. A man followed her out and she intertwined her arm in his.
Pete stuffed the flowers in the trashcan.

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