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It's late one night when Veronica comes into the bar, angling on Millitime to gain her a few precious hours of sleep. She stops by Bar purely on a whim, looking for one last mug of decaf, and is surprised when her drink is matched with a crumpled bit of something and an adjoining note from bar that asks, For you(?)
Upon uncrumpling the something turns out to be a seed packet, with directions explaining that in a few short months you, too could have your own sunflowers. The packet has been treated badly, and possibly used as a coaster at one point, one corner stained with someone else's sticky blue liquor.
"What the hell?" Veronica asks Bar.
Turn over, replies Bar on a napkin, and adds, He started writing it then tossed it.
"Well that's mildly creepy," Veronica says, but on the back of the packet there is, in fact, a note.
"Oh. Oh. Um. Okay. Can I borrow a pen and paper?"
A few minutes later she's heading upstairs, leaving behind a note of her own:
Upon uncrumpling the something turns out to be a seed packet, with directions explaining that in a few short months you, too could have your own sunflowers. The packet has been treated badly, and possibly used as a coaster at one point, one corner stained with someone else's sticky blue liquor.
"What the hell?" Veronica asks Bar.
Turn over, replies Bar on a napkin, and adds, He started writing it then tossed it.
"Well that's mildly creepy," Veronica says, but on the back of the packet there is, in fact, a note.
V~ Miss the sound of your voice. ~M.
"Oh. Oh. Um. Okay. Can I borrow a pen and paper?"
A few minutes later she's heading upstairs, leaving behind a note of her own:
Mills -
Got your gift. Appreciate it. Sadly have a 'black thumb' i.e. I kill plants, also no garden to speak of. Maybe I can eat them?
-VM.