Picking From The Discard Pile

"Daisy." Ugo called out when her friend shuffled into the living room the next morning. Dressed in nothing but a loose robe, Ugo lay stretched out on the sofa with her feet crossed and propped on the table. "How was your night?"

Daisy gave her the thumbs-up and headed into the kitchen for coffee. She paused when her eyes caught the beautiful arrangement of Daisies and lilies on the side stool beside Ugo. "Chef did it again?" Daisy asked, smiling. "I should meet that man, he's a born-romantic. I want to tell him thank you."

Smiling, Ugo shook her head. "Those are not from Chef. They came in for you about an hour ago."

"Know who sent them?"

"I didn't check." Ugo replied. "But I guess it's between band-boy Ray or Lexington."

"You always have a name waiting. What's band-boy Ray for crying out loud."

She shrugged. "Makes it easy to know who I'm talking about."

"A Sunday delivery." Daisy said picking up the bouquet. "So Intentional and super pricey. I wonder who sent these." She plucked t