Daisies

Summary: Very little plot; mostly just charming friendly fluff.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, you know the drill.

Alex didn't expect the knock at her door Saturday afternoon, or the vacant-looking kid standing behind it.

"Alexandra Eames?"

"Yes."

"Flowers for you," announced the teenage boy somewhat apathetically, handing her a bouquet of sunny yellow and white daisies tied with a red ribbon.

She frowned, confused. "Are you sure these are for me?"

"Yeah, if you're Alexandra Eames." He held up his clipboard, showing her the delivery order; sure enough, that was her name and address.

"Who sent them?"

"I dunno. I just deliver 'em," the kid shrugged. "Check the card. It probably says."

"Thanks."

Closing the door behind the boy, she eyed the cheery blossoms a bit suspiciously before setting them down and pulling out the card. Her doubt vanished at the sight of the familiar hasty scrawl that spilled over to the back of the card.

Eames – Sorry to bother you. Long story. I'll explain later. If you don't like them, it's OK, you can toss them. Sorry. – Goren

He picked up on the second ring. "Goren."

"You sent me flowers."

There was a long pause.

"Well – yes. I did." Another pause. "They're daisies."

"Some particular reason, or did the mood just strike you?"

"I won them, actually. In a radio contest. I called in second."

"What was first prize?"

"Second-row tickets to the Batman movie premiere."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"No, no," he assured her. "It's OK." He stopped for a second. "Do you – you don't hate them, do you?"

"What? No, of course not. They're on my windowsill. I was just surprised."

"I didn't know what kind of flowers you like, but I figured, you know, everyone likes daisies," he explained hurriedly. "They're so happy."

"They're very nice."

"Sorry to surprise you."

"You don't have to apologize. They're very pretty." They were. Simple, but pretty.

"I was going to just tell them no thanks, but I thought maybe you might like them." There was another long silence. ""You know, in German daisies are called Gänseblümchen."

It really shouldn't have been surprising that he knew that. "That's a pretty name."

"It means 'little goose flowers.'"

Of course. "That's charming."

"Yeah . . . yeah, I thought so."

"Well, thank you," she smiled. "I like them."

"Good." His voice brightened in an audible grin. "I'm glad. I hoped you would."

"See you Monday?"

"Yep."

"Bye Goren."

"Bis später, Eames."

THE END