March 6, 2005 2:44 PM
Kasie skipped down the steps and stopped in front of Daisy's desk. She had learned not to sneak up on the receptionist, yell loudly when she was within hearing distance, and make a little bit of noise when she was in the vicinity.
She'd been told by another slayer that she had a delivery up at the front desk. That was odd, mostly because she hadn't alerted anyone to where she was and she hadn't made sure her mail was forwarded yet. Instantly wary, she came down to Daisy's desk.
It was hard to see the receptionist behind the massive bouquet of flowers. "Daisy?" When she didn't hear a thump, she was encouraged. "It's Kasie. You sent for me?"
The receptionist scooted the flowers towards her. "These were on the front steps of the council this morning. They're for you, I guess. It's addressed to the thief."
Kasie immediately looked around the flowers to Daisy, her eyes wide. While that didn't exactly narrow down the list of people who would have sent her flowers, she wasn't exactly sure everyone on that list wouldn't send flowers that would explode.
"Oh don't worry," Daisy said cheerfully, seeing Kasie's worried expression. "Willow checked them out and said they were fine. Nothing but flowers and the card."
Kasie didn't say anything, just held out her hand for the card. When she received it, she tore it open. It was a blank, white card, which was fine because she didn't care about poetry and pictures of puppies anyway. There were only a few words written on the inside.B,
Bet you didn't even remember, did you? Check the date.
Still your eyes.
Happy day, kid.
P.S. Don't even think about it.
She kept staring at the writing. It wasn't familiar, and she made a habit of remembering the handwriting of everyone she came in contact with. The writing wasn't anything she'd ever seen, but she knew the words.
After taking a shallow breath, Kasie tightened her grip on the note. "What's the date, Daisy?"
"March 6th. Why?"
She wasn't going to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Kasie was a grown woman. But she did let a slow smile grow across her face.
Kasie quickly picked the flowers up--white Alyssum. It was a common garden flower that she had declared was her favorite years ago, mostly because when she first had seen the name, she thought the flower was called asylum. He always remembered the details. She wasn't sure how he'd managed to get them--they stopped blooming around the first frost.
Ignoring every other person who walked by her in the halls was easy. She was used to it. They weren't used to her smiling or carrying flowers, but she didn't care.
It was her birthday.