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Kenny rung up the flowers. "Do you want a name on the card?" She asked, voice so utterly monotone.
Stan looked down. "Oh, no thanks, they're, uh, for my mom." He admitted. "It's her birthday today.
"Oh," Kenny smiled. "That's sweet."
"Yeah, my dad always forgets, so I figure I should do something right."
Kenny nods lifelessly, just wanting her shift to be done with already. But she kept on her smile and customer service voice, watching as Stan awkwardly paid for the flowers. "Your dad's pretty uh... forgetful, huh?"
"Yeah! But... psh, it's whatever- Okay, I'll go- give these to her now! See ya, Kenny!" Stan rushed out the door, knowing damn well that it was almost time.
Kenny said goodbye to Stan on the way out, immediately sighing a deep breath of despair. She couldn't wait any longer... 20 more minutes, really? All Kenny wanted was to go home, and do what she does best. Indulge in joyous flirtation.
Stan had made it home. He wasn't saving those flowers for his mom's birthday at all - in fact, it wasn't close to Sharon's birthday in the slightest. He had gotten these flowers for his mysterious lover... Mysterion. He was sure that they were dating, at this point... with how frequently she came to visit, and all. He knew he could simply woo her with these pink carnations. They were a symbol of fascination... and boy... was Stan fascinated. He had been waiting all week for this. Today marks the night in which their first meeting was - a year ago, exactly.
So after sprucing himself up, Stan finally hears the much-awaited knock on his window. There she was. And here he goes.
Mysterion was there, waiting outside the window. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the flowers. To know that Stan knew her outside of the costume, that was scary. She couldn't possibly keep him if he actually knew who she was. Some poor ass kid with a job at the flower shop. She deepened her voice (ugh, she hated that she had to do that, it made her so dyphoric) and greeted Stan. "Flowers?" She asked.
"They're, uh, for you." Stan held them out for her, blushing like crazy. "We've known each other for so long now, it just seemed right."
"I love them." She slipped into her higher voice for a second. Only a second. But that was enough. The mask had fallen.
Stan realized who she was. She could see it in his eyes. But... He didn't say anything. They talked for hours, Kenny careful to not slip up again, and as the morning sun glinted over the trees, she left with the flowers. When she got to her run down house, she tossed the flowers on her bed. A paper came out. A note.
It simply read,
"I love you no matter who you are."