“Heitor”

“So, Alessandro, what magnificent idea did you have to get me out of the house before six in the morning?” I asked when I met the guys on Monday at a cafe near Alessandro’s company.

“Let’s send our women flowers, my friend, lots of flowers!” Alessandro smiled.

“That’s a good idea, Melissa is impossible,” Nando commented.

“What kind of flowers?” Rick asked.

“Everyone chooses their own, but it has to be an arrangement that makes them see how crazy we are about them,” Patrício said with that idiotic smile on his face.

We finished our coffee and went to the flower shop, which was open day and night. When we arrived, the florist showed us several arrangements on the computer that she could make. But Patrício, as always Patrício, saw a huge arrangement in the corner of the shop and caught our attention.

“That’s the one!” Patrício pointed, and even the florist started laughing.

It was a huge arrangement of pink flowers in a tall crystal vase. It must have been a meter in circumferen