Prompt: Flowers
Lindsay might be the only girl in the entire world that didn't like getting flowers. They were just so…ordinary. Every guy everywhere got his girlfriend flowers at some point in their relationship and she just didn't see what the big thing was. It took absolutely no effort to pick up the phone, rattle off your credit card number, and get some roses delivered with a plain white card that said something pedestrian like, "Thinking of you."
She wasn't impressed especially when they came on Valentine's Day or her birthday with the assumption that the sender would be getting sex later. She'd actually had one guy tell her she had a duty to give it up because he'd dropped sixty bucks on the roses.
Apparently, she was worth less than fifty percent of the prostitutes that worked the fine city she lived in. Good to know.
"You must like some flowers," Danny said, a week before Valentine's Day.
"Nope," she said, shaking her head, "I don't. They die in a day, and they are totally uninspired. Easy to get and easy to dispose of."
Danny sighed, "You know I've never dated a woman that didn't swoon at the sight of some petals."
Lindsay smiled, "Well, you've never dated anyone like me before, Casanova."
"That's true," he said, coming closer and wrapping his arms around her, "You're smart and beautiful and your favorite flower is…"
"No flower," she said, "but that was a nice try."
Danny shrugged, "I still have a week to figure it out."
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On Valentine's Day, she received a package just like all the other women with boyfriends did around the world. She opened it with a smile; sure, she'd like whatever he got her, even if it was just roses.
She gasped when she opened the package and found a bouquet of flowers in deep orange. They were the color of a perfect sunset and like nothing, she'd ever seen before. She picked up the card that came with them and read.
iMontana, I think I found the perfect flower for you. It's the color of the sunrise, which is pretty much, what you are to me. You're my sunrise, my reason for getting up everyday. I know you hate flowers, in part because they die, so along with the flower comes something to preserve it in so you can look at it tomorrow and a week from now, a month from now, twenty-five years from now and every time you look at it, you can remember how much I love you.
Danny/i
Lindsay was so overcome that when Danny got home all she did was kiss him over and over and over again.