Everybody Loves Flowers

From the bus window I could see her standing just behind the bench at the bus stop.  Her umbrella was up and in her arms was a colorful bouquet of flowers.

The bus came to a stop and passengers exited the bus.

I watched as a young man walked toward her, her smile widening.

“Look”, I said to the woman seated next to me on the bus, “she met him at the stop with flowers”.  I could not help smiling as I watch the couple embrace.

“Oh, so lovely” the woman next to me replied, her accent heavy.

A moment later the woman next to me said, “Thank you for showing me, I feel so good now”.