In a haze of Friday night twilight I had promised him. I'm going to buy you donuts in the morning.
I made a left out the front door and down the block, passing the corner market. The smell of sugar clung to the cold air. There would be shelves of pastries behind the counter. Freshly brewed coffee.
I wish I had something smaller than a twenty.
I opened the door and sang out a sleepy Hello.
A woman behind the counter looked up, surprised. Hello.
I bent over, admiring the cake donuts dripping with sweet dark chocolate.
I'll have half a dozen this and have a dozen that...I pointed.
I put a fresh tablecloth down, topping it with the sugar tin, napkin holder, and tiny bouquet of mixed flowers.
I hope you don't mind, I broke up the bouquet.
I was hoping you would.