He was paying for the flowers when he caught a glimpse of a Caucasian standing by the corner of a building across the street. The face was familiar. He stopped what he was doing, trying to locate the face in the crowd again. He looked up and down the street, but the man was gone. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him.
“Grandpa are you OK?” asked Sarah.
“Yeah,” Bill hesitated, “yeah, I’m fine. Just thought I saw someone I used to know.”
“You probably did, Grandpa. That’s why you’re here,” said the young woman innocently arranging the flowers in her hand.
Gateway smiled, “Yeah, you’re right. Say, let’s find your mother and get some dinner.”
“Sounds good to me,” replied the young woman.
Gateway finished paying the old man for the flowers, saying goodbye. They turned, walking into the hotel lobby. There they ran into Becky and Sam who’d come downstairs looking for them. They gave Becky the flowers and Sam insisted on putting one of them in her hair.
“After all, this is the tropics young lady, and every pretty girl should have flowers in their hair.”
Becky blushed when Sam put the flower on the right side by her ear.
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