Stolen Flowers

As I was walking home from a meeting late at night I turned around and went back into the city to get flowers for my apartment. I'd wanted some to brighten up for the room for about a week now. I approached the flourescent lights outside the supermarket and saw all the bunches of flowers in buckets lined up in front of the entrance of the shop. I squatted down next to them to get a better look at the different colours. There were tulips, roses and marigolds. As I was deciding between white, orange, pink or red marigolds, a young woman walked up to the flowers. She was a bit older than me. She smiled at me and I notiched blue eyes behind her big round glasses. She was lovely. Not a spot on her. She wore a long blue coat and had wrapped a yellow scarf perfectly around her neck. Her hair was brushed back in a tight ponytail. I took some of the flowers up and compared the colours. The girl bent over and started looking at the roses. She quickly grabbed the plastic wrapped around a red bunch and a pink bunch of roses and walked off with them as if she had just cut them off the rosebush herself. I stared in awe but I didn't move and I didn't say anything. I just wondered how she'd feel knowing the flowers people would compliment were stolen.