Hey everyone! Okay little explanation here: This fic is just going to be about random days and experiences in Tony and Michelle's life, small and unimportant, and yet times that make them smile. I'm still relatively new at writing fluff, but I should get the hang of it soon. Oh and thanks so much to Shea! All the help on this was wonderful, so without further ado….Chapter 1
He was facing a moral dilemma. Roses, daisies, tulips…Maybe lilies? He thought, staring perplexedly at the array of blinding colors that met his eyes. The diminutive flower shop smelled thickly of the aroma of countless flowers, making him feel slightly lightheaded. Everywhere he looked there was another carnation, pansy, or some other heavily fragranced form of vegetation. He had deemed earlier on that there was absolutely no point in the fifty different breeds of roses that met his eyes.
To the average person, picking out flowers for a special someone would be as simple and effortless as getting dressed in the morning. But he was Tony, and even if he died in the process, the urge of finding the perfect bouquet would not go unanswered. No matter how much confusion this precarious assignment concurred, he would not give up. Tony was on a mission, perhaps the most challenging the ex-marine had ever faced. The mission was to buy the woman he loved flowers.
It would be their third date that night, and 7:00 P.M., was rapidly approaching. Ya, he thought, so it's only our third time out together, but still, this is important. I have to show her that I care. To his other girlfriends, buying flowers would not have crossed his mind. Michelle had made him want to be different, better than he ever had before, and indulging her desires only made him happier.
He checked his watch nervously. It was T minus thirty minutes and a decision still hadn't been made. He could feel small sweat beads starting to form on his hairline. It was ridiculously funny to think that just a few mere months ago he had helped solve the conspiracy of who was behind the nuclear bomb, and that now he found it more arduous to select a bouquet from an astounding assortment of flowers. Deny this fact as he would, Tony was starting to get desperate.
He cursed himself angrily for not asking her what her favorite flower was. How was he supposed to know about this subject? He had tried all his life to figure out how women's minds work, and even with the advantage of living with two sisters and his mother he still was had no perception of it.
It was 6:35 now. Tony couldn't be late, he knew had to come to a verdict soon or else all would be lost. He was very close to fainting from the fumes and whenever he closed his eyes he could still see the vivid color of theplants surrounding him.
Tony's eyes swept the area, glancing covertly at what the other customers' decisions were. Not that that helped much, the whole shop seemed to be filled with men just as dimwitted in this department as he. Tony paced around the shop, becoming more and more frantic as time wore on. 6:45 came and went. It was all down hill from here.
When it seemed at the last minute that all hope would fade, a brilliant miracle occurred. The crowds of clueless men parted and lo and behold in the corner of the tiny shop were a few of crimson red roses left. Tony silently thanked god, grabbed a handful of them and headed over to the counter to pay.
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Anticipation was radiating off of Michelle Dessler. Tonight was Tony's and hers' third date. It had taken her hours to prepare for it, selecting the perfect red cocktail dress that clashed wonderfully with her hair. The door bell rang and she rapidly jumped up to go and answer it. She smoothed her dress down and fixed her curls in the mirror that stood adjacent to the doorway. Her heart was pounding heavily against her chest, and she struggled to gain her composure. Slowly, with great poise, she opened the door with a warm smile.
There Tony was, standing with a bouquet of roses in his hand. "Tony, you shouldn't have!" she said after placing a kiss on his lips. He gave her a small grin and said,
"It was no problem."
