All day Isolde kept touching the card with Malachai's phone  number. She put up several bouquets for private individuals and put the fnishing touches on a bride's bouquet.<br/><br/>"Best wishes for the day," she said to the white roses.<br/><br/>Finally, the afternoon snuck up on her and she took a break. Pouring herself a large glass of peach ice tea, Isolde went out and sat on the back step. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the cold sweet tea to trek down her throat, cooling her body. The sun's rays were slanting through the trees. Life was good.<br/><br/>Probably the insanity of a perfect summer day caused her next response. Isolde fished her iPhone from her pocket and entered Malachai's number.<br/><br/>He answered on the third ring.<br/><br/>"Hi, handsome. You might not remember me. This is Isolde from Flowers for You. You said to call. so I'm calling." she smiled as she spoke to the phone with its bejeweled Otter case.