Greg, My First Love.

There was a huge grin on her face as she thought of the person that sent her flowers. The day was only starting out, and she felt overworked, that she thought she would have a bad day.

The bouquet meant so much to her, as she read the note over again. It was how the person knew that her favorite flower was a daisy was what made her feel elated.

She thought that person was so caring, and she wanted to really appreciate him for his caring and kind gestures, but below the note was written in italics, "Anonymous".

"Why are you so lost in it? Do you like it?" Vera finally voiced out, after a century of remaining silent.

She turned to her, "like? Heck, I love it! You don't know how much this means to me, and I just wished that I could jump on to the person, and hug him tightly for making my day beautiful. It takes a person who knows me very well to remember my favorite flower."

Vera smiled in satisfaction, "that's great. The person must really love you to get you a bouquet of daisies. I mea