"Hi Tony!" Kathleen smiled.

"Hi Kathleen." Tony returned.

Kathleen took a long look at him. He looked exhausted. His normally boyish expression was replaced by a tired old man look.

"Honey, are you okay? You look like you hardly got any sleep last night."

"Oh well I had a terrible dream."

""Oh what about?"

Tony didn't want to tell her. In fact he probably shouldn't tell her. How was he supposed to tell her that he had a dream about Angela marrying Andy and that it left him feeling shaken and out of sorts. He already knew that Kathleen was uncomfortable with his friendship with Angela. Although she was always cordial to her. But still it was probably best not to bring it up.

"Oh you know just something stupid." he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Okay. But if you want to talk you know I'm here."

"I know."

"Well I had a great dream last night." she smiled coyly at him.

"That's good. Anything in particular?"

"Yeah. It was about you and me." she said sultry putting her arms around him and giving him a long kiss.

Tony kissed her back but in his mind all he saw was Angela standing at the altar with Andy. All he heard was Angela asking him if he was going to stop her and if he really wanted her to marry Andy. Feeling overwhelmed by the memories he abruptly pulled away.

"Umm sorry. I need to go."

Kathleen was perplexed. But she chalked it up to his bad dream. It must have been worse than he let on. But she wouldn't push the issue. If he wanted to talk about it he would.

"That's okay. I have to go anyway. I have my Sociology class starting in five minutes. See you in Art Class later?" she winked.

"Yeah, okay." he swallowed hard. Art class. The class that had changed everything. The class that brought the two of them together. The class that had led to this moment. A wave of shame overtook his body.

For the rest of the day Tony could hardly concentrate. The nightmare kept replaying in his head. He didn't know what he should do. Were Mona and Sam right? Was the dream some sort of a sign? He really didn't believe in that sort of stuff but what if-IF they were right? And what if his alarm hadn't gone off when it did? What would he have said? What would he have done?

Unfortunately he had no way of knowing. The dream was over and done with. All he could do now was wait and see if Angela would accept Andy's proposal. He didn't know what he would do if she did. Would Andy move in with them? Or would Angela move into his apartment? If Andy did move in would he want Tony to move out like Michael had? In a way he couldn't blame him just like he hadn't blamed Michael. But things were different now. He and Angela were best friends. It had been hard enough leaving when Michael had let him go but he knew he had to because he wanted them to have another go at their marriage. If he had gotten the chance to have another shot of being married to Marie he would have taken it in a heartbeat.

So as painful as it would be if Angela decided to marry Andy and he moved in - he would move out.

Even though the thought of it broke his heart into a million pieces.

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"Flowers for Angela Bower."

"Thank you!" Sam smiled and took the flowers from the delivery guy. She tipped him a ten dollar bill and said goodbye.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" Mona asked, coming in from the kitchen.

"Flowers for Angela."

Mona grabbed the card that was with it. She read it silently and burst out laughing.

"Mona! You shouldn't be reading that!" Sam scolded her.

"Oh why not? I mean we have to know what is going on don't we?"

"Mona… " Sam began but realized it was futile. Besides as much as she hated to admit it Mona did have a point.

"Okay! What does the card say?"

Mona cleared her throat. "To my dearest Angela. I hope these flowers show you how much I love you and want to marry you. If you say yes I promise to give you flowers every week. Please say yes and I will be the happiest man in the world! Love, Andy"

"That actually would be sweet except for one thing." Sam sighed.

"Oh yeah what's that?"

"These aren't pink roses. If Andy truly loved her he would know that pink roses are her favorite."

"Like Tony."

"Yeah, like Dad." She walked over to the couch and sat down. She placed the flowers on the table in front of the couch and looked over at Mona.

"Andy is the second guy Angela has seriously dated that didn't know that pink roses are her favorite."

"Oh you mean what's his face." Mona rolled her eyes and went over and sat down next to Sam.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, do you remember when they broke up because Geoffrey got upset that his Porsche got totaled?"

Mona burst out laughing at the memory. "I do! It was so funny!"

"Mona! That isn't the point."

"Okay what is the point then?"

"Well after they made up- with Dad's help- Geoffrey sent her a dozen red roses. And I overheard Dad telling her that it's too bad that they aren't pink. She asked him how he knew that pink roses were her favorite and Dad replied that she mentioned it once. Once! She only mentioned it once and he remembered. That was when I realized that Dad had feelings for her. I mean I guess I knew it before that but I don't know. It was just like if her own boyfriend doesn't know but her housekeeper and best friend does well what does that say?"

"It says that Tony has been denying his feelings for her for years. And now once again another guy who Angela is dating and who wants to marry her doesn't know what her favorite flowers are."

"Yeah." Sam sighed and looked at the flowers. " I guess we better put them in some water. She grabbed the flowers and went into the kitchen and got out a vase from underneath the sink. She filled the vase with water and put the flowers in it. She then placed it in the middle of the kitchen table.

"Who are the flowers for?"