He hurried across the dark lot, digging the program out from his back pocket and a pen from his front. He scribbled a quick message on the inside, then took the snip of lavender he’d cut from the garden at Daisy Lane and folded it into the center. If he was more sophisticated, he’d fold the program into something cool, like an origami crane, or a swan, or even a heart, but he wasn’t that guy.
