mcusy:
“ me ? ”
minnie looked at the woman with a confused expression on her face, one finger pointing to herself. the flowers were lovely, certainly. and the stranger seemed lovely as well, but minnie had never met her before. in fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen her around either, which was uncommon in a town as small as apple peak.
“ i’m sorry, you must have me mixed up with somebody else. as much as i would have loved to have sent you a bouquet that beautiful i’ve…never met you before.”
Cierra was embarrassed, having mistaken the back of her head for someone else. “Sorry, you look just like a customer I have. She has gotten about sixteen different tattoos. I am convinced she is only making appointment so she can see me. It’s flattering, but she is running out of room on her arm.” She looked at the person’s arm. “Clearly, that is not you.”
She laughed, to relieve the tension of the moment, extending her hand in an old fashioned way. “I am Cierra by the way. Sorry for accosting you like this.”













