Had lunch with a good friend today. He brought me a red rose in a vase. We sat it on the table at the restaurant.
Now it's home. He said he remembered we'd go to lunch every Wed. back in the day and he'd always bring me a rose. Cos like my handle even back then was Wrose. Or, actually, Wild Irish Rose. Nowadays I just tell people the W stands for Wild Irish.
No he was not an old beau, just a good friend. DH was at lunch too. The friend is married but lives way north of Atlanta but works close to here so we met there.