She ran out of her apartment without checking the weather. When she finally ran inside the restaurant, she was sopping wet and cold from the rain. Her boss yelled at her in front of everyone for getting the floor all wet before pushing a mop in her hands. She looked down at the puddle. Sometimes there are messes - she'll just have to clean them up.
A sick boy threw up on her and a baby pulled her hair for refilling its water. She served a cute boy with freckles, but he wouldn't look at her even when she told him to have a nice day. When she gave a man with a mustache his check, he tossed it at her and refused to pay while his daughter graffitied the table with a Sharpie. Sometimes there are days like these, she reasoned - you just has to look forward.
But by the end of the day, her boss told her not to bother coming back. Her coworkers tried to comfort her, but it was hard to listen when you're holding your last paycheck. She walked home... in the rain. Sometimes you can't win - and you know it.
She was starting to cry when suddenly, she couldn't feel the rain on her anymore. The cute boy with freckles from the restaurant was holding an umbrella and was finally looking at her. His eyes were deep brown. Is it possible to have eyes smiling at you? He handed her a single tulip with a note.
"You're beautiful - can I have your number?"
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