“Hello?”
“Evening! It’s your favorite florist!”
“What do you want, Colonel?”
“Sorry about that. I was a bit drunk and ended up buying a lot of flowers. I’d be grateful if you’d be willing to take a few off my hands. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, it’s nothing. I’ll have to kindly refuse the flowers. I don’t own a vase to put them in. But thank you for giving me a call. Good night.”
“Why does he have such good timing when it comes to things like these?”