Arielle woke up early in the morning and assumed that Vinson was still sleeping at that hour. Thus, seeing him standing at the doorway in a trance when she opened the door gave her a fright. Although she had no idea how long he had been standing there, she did notice the cigarette butts on the ground.
It took her a second to return to her senses. “Why are you here? When did you arrive?”
“Five,” came his answer as he offered her a bouquet out of nowhere.
Arielle glanced at the bouquet and realized it did not contain flowers. Instead, it was a bouquet of wheat stalks.
The golden wheat stalks symbolized that her restaurant would prosper.
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