Dear Bouquet Boy

I was sitting at Cal Anderson when I saw you arrive with bundles of flowers. You were alone. I wondered if another person would join you, but I soon noticed you sat by yourself and started rearranging the flowers. You were so meticulous- I could see you thinking before carefully placing each flower in its spot. I wonder who those flowers were for. A significant other? A family member? A friend? Yourself? Whoever they are, I hope they appreciate the thought you put into it.