“Really? Retiring already?” I smirked. Mom and Dad weren’t that old.
“Maybe. We haven’t really thought about it. Just a thought right now. I have to go into this meeting, but I’ll talk to you later on.”
“Okay, bye Mom.”
“I love you.”
I checked the contact information and sent it to Levi. Hopefully he wasn’t too busy that he couldn’t coordinate with the florist himself. Emilia Michelle was her name, it almost sounded like a pen name. Suitable enough for a florist.
He said his thanks and I continued watching television in peace. I was too young to not be working. Maybe I should start another company, I kind of missed the work. The technology part of it, not the business side. This time I would bring someone in for all of that.
I dismissed the thought for a moment, but I was always intent on doing something with mobile apps and wired connectivity. I could partner with a bigger company or do it on my own. But like my Mom and Dad retiring, it was just a thought.
I spent the rest of the night with a few beers and a movie, and I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I woke back up with the sun trickling in my eyes and I groaned. Realizing I was still on the couch I got up slowly and made my way back to my bed and shut my blinds. I was just falling back asleep when I heard my phone ring.
“Hello?” I asked groggily
“Dude, it’s eleven in the morning,” Levi said.
Fair enough.
“What’s up?” I rolled out on my bed, putting my phone on speaker. I yawned as I rubbed the water from my eyes. I was getting old, that has to be why I wake up so sore.
“I can’t make it to meet the florist at noon. Help me out, please?”
He sounded like he was driving, speeding too. I didn’t want him getting into an accident or something.
“Su
re man, don’t sweat it.”
“Thanks, I’ll send you the address.” He hung up.
I groaned and tried to get a few more minutes of sleep, but then I read his message and found out the meeting was across town at noon, I had to get up.
“Fuck, me.”
Chapter Thirteen
Emilia
I decided to call Ivy and tell her the good news.
“Hey, are you busy?” I asked her.
“Nope, just sorting the boss’s emails.” She groaned. That was arguably her least favorite part of the job, the clerical stuff.
“I just got another client. A wedding.”
“Oh yay, I love weddings!” She squealed. It made me laugh because I knew she only liked them because I bring her. She finally got to break her dry spell at the last one.
“I know you do. Anyway, I’m meeting him tomorrow at the shop. I just wanted to tell you, so I could make it official.” I laughed.
“Aw, well I’m happy for you. See, something good did come out of that ball.” Yeah, and into me too.
“Yeah, that’s true.”
We talked for a little bit before we both had to turn in.