ᵘⁿᵗⁱᵗˡᵉᵈ story ♡︎ chapter ᵗʷᵒ “Name?” The lady at the front desk asks. “Gabriela Romero.” I say. “Age?” “Twelve. Today is my birthday-“ “Oh, are you the Gabriela who reserved for the first rose pick?” She asks. “Oh, yeah that’s me. I was hoping I could do it now, Considering how early it is.” I say. “Why, of course, my dear! Come on, I’ll take you to the garden in the back. That’s where we keep The new roses that are currently blooming.” She Comes out from behind the desk and walks Me and Max to the garden Where I can pick my rose. We walk down the hall, Take a right, And she opens the door Infront of us. “Take your pick, dear. But choose wisely, Because if you choose the wrong one Who knows what will happen.” I look at her with confusion In my eyes. “What do you mean?” I ask her. She smiles but says nothing, And walks back to the front desk, Leaving me to wonder What she meant. “She must have been joking, Gabby. Just pick your rose.” Max says. I know he’s just saying that So I won’t worry, But even I can’t help but notice the worry in his eyes. I walk around, Looking for the right one, The one that calls my name. In a way. I look around, until finally I see it. I grab it, and show it to Max. “I want this one. It might not be the Reddest, But it also isn’t that de@d,, I could still take care of it.” Max looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “But-“ He pauses. “Gabby, you really think I drove all the way across town for you For a rose That’s as de@d as a doorknob?” I look at him. Now he’s the one Who’s lost his mind. “I want this flower. And if you don’t let me keep this, Then I’ll gladly prefer a robot.” I stare at him. “But robots aren’t a thing yet.” He says. “Exactly. Come on, if we hurry, I can still put This poor guy in a vase. It still Has a chance to live, Max. That’s all that matters to me.” I walk to the front. “It should matter to you, too.”
