She took the rose, took a whiff, and smiled.
Coffee shop was still fairly empty. He gave her a red stem rose.
She saw him and got goosebumps. In the middle of summer.
She got ready and went to the coffee shop.
She smiled and blushed.
She thought about her date, in the evening. With him.
Swish, swish, swoosh. Her broom made rhythmic sounds.
She squatted and started sweeping the floor again.
She got back up and switched the fan off.
The ceiling fan was on.
She squatted to sweep the dusty floor.
Notes: Day 28 of NaPoWriMo 2016. Today’s prompt was to write a poem that tells a story, but with a twist – “the story should be told backwards.”