“I’m sorry”, he quickly said to her as he bends to help her.
"It’s ok, just be more careful, they’re delicate”, she answered back smiling sweetly.
After they picked up the flowers he quickly went away. She stared at him as he vanished from view. She never saw such a sad expression in her life. He seemed on a hurry, as in running away from something. She couldn’t help to stop thinking about that man for the rest of the day and the night. The next day as she walked to the park like every morning she saw him there, sitting on the bench. With the suitcase by his side and wearing the same suit as the day before. He had his arms crossed and stared into nothingness, as if lost in thought. The flower girl got closer holding her basket of flowers.
She hesitated as some kids run towards her with their money to buy her flowers. She sold them to them and then kept on walking slowly towards the man, struggling with her hair as the wind blow it. She stood on front of him for a second and simply said, “hello”. He didn’t answer back so she sat beside him. “What a wonderful day it is,” she said softly. He ignored her.
Hesitating, she took one of them. “Here,” she said, “it’s a very special flower.” It was a lily of the valley; small and delicate white flowers.
He took it without question and just stared at it wondering what he was supposed to say. She stood up before he could say anything and kept on selling. After a few minutes he looked at his watch and went away. She watched him go away to the distance, this time something different, some small flowers in his hands.
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