James: sure thing boss.

James was like a little brother to Bette even though he was her assistant too. They have been working together for years and nobody knew her like James, he have seen her go through so much in life and watched her grow over the years into a force not to be reckoned with. Bette was more than a boss, he loved her unconditionally but not in a way that was crossing the boundaries between boss and employee. There weren’t any favors that James wouldn’t do for Bette, he would go to the moon and back for her and felt a need to protect her seeing that he was the only male figure in her life, Bette’s father had passed away when she was still in high school and her mother raised her as a single parent before she passed away herself.

James walked inside Bette’s office and took a seat.

Bette: I need a special favor.

James: Anything

Bette: I need you to go pick up me a dozen of red long steam roses.

James: So you want me to call the Leo then?

Leo was Bette personal flourist she usually would use when sending flowers to an artist after a show.

Bette: No this isn’t for an artist, they are for someone else. I want you to go down to that small flower shop around the corner.

James smiled at Bette.

James: I never thought I would see the day Bette Porter gets flowers from a local shop…and is there any special note you want me to write on them?

Bette handed James a folded shit of paper.

Bette: Just hand this to the florist and make sure its gets on there.

James: Can I read it?

Bette: Sure…but afterwards I would have to kill you.

Bette and James chuckled.

James: alright alright fine, keep your secrets…I’ll be leaving now.

James said throwing his hands up.

Bette: Thank you James.

James: uh huh.

Bette: I hope you like them Tina.

Bette whisper to herself.

James walked to the flower shop just a few blocks from Bette’s gallery.

Florist: Hello, can I help you with something?

James: Yes. I need a dozen of your red long steam roses please.

Florist: Sure and is there anything special you would like me to write.