She moved to the other side of the counter to ring her order in. As she turned back to smile at Farookh, she  felt her foot come into contact with something. Frowning in puzzlement, she bent down to retrieve the beautiful, single rose and the envelope. Her heart fluttered, hoping. Placing both on the counter, she looked at him. "Did you drop these? It's a beautiful blossom; almost perfect." Her heart fluttered again. "Whoever it's for is a lucky woman."