> Somewhere far across the city, a narrow nandroid was shuffling along the sidewalk, trying her hardest to keep from breaking into a sprint
> A short stop at the Melborough Theater, where the Mister and Missus had met as teenage ushers, whipped Franny back out onto the street
> She kept her own list running and running in her head, repeating each and every thing she needed to do
> She’d gotten the tickets for that evening's showing of a less-than-romantic film the pair had been planning on seeing for some time, there was the matter of their dinner reservations for afterwards and-
> ”Flowers!” Franny clapped her hands to her face, swinging around in disbelief. “Flowers, flowers, flowers,” she muttered aloud
> Inches away from the trolley ride home she whipped herself into a frenzy, clinging desperately to her purse where the tickets and her allowance bounced and jingled together
> ”The park,” she gasped aloud, slipping across the street
> Yellow cabs honked and cursed at her nimble shape, daintily jay-walking towards the great green common that formed the heart of Hawthorne Grove
> The instructions the Mister had handed down were quick and easy- red roses
> Perhaps a bit passé for the refined tastes of a Sterling nandroid, but it was what was requested and what Franny knew would wow the Missus
> The only issue was finding a flower shop somewhere nearby, the nandroid holding her purse close as she scanned the idyllic greenery around her
> Scattered across the flat plain were quiet picnickers resting on towels and blankets, others caught in ball games or playing catch
> ”Ah! Right there!”