"Bye!" Dean waved to Tony as soon as he'd changed into a nice pair of slacks and a dress shirt. He'd been delayed almost too long already. Kidnapping took forever. And he really wanted to finish that last cake for Cassie and Nate. He hoped he was dressed enough, but if he wnated to get to a florist before they they ran out of flowers and still make the musical he had to book it. The kidnapping had almost made him miss this. That would have sucked. As it was, he didn't have time to even grab dinner before he jetted. He hoped there was a florist in Westchester that wouldn't be closed. He didn't think a bouquet would be able to survive on the back of his motorcycle. Checking his pockets for his wallet and keys, he darted back inside to grab the ticket. Would suck not to have that.

Breaking most of the speed laws, he kept a careful watch for cops, and even still, nearly got caught three times. He barely made it into the florists with almost no time to spare to do a bouquet. He knew that changing the oil in his car wasn't any excuse to not bring flowers. Chelsea had broke up with him because of that. He didn't want to disappoint Hana.

He did look at the roses, but they didn't really match Hana that much. They just...weren't right. She was too bright for boring roses. Besides, that's what you got a girlfriend.

"Can I help you?" the florist...Dinah by her nametag, asked.

"I hope so," Dean responded. "My friend is in the play..."

"At the community theater," Dinah nodded understandingly. "So you're being a good friend and getting flowers."

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

"Roses are classic," Dinah said thoughtfully.

"They're...pretty," Dean said. "But she's got lots of people who'd bring roses."

"And you want hers to be unique?" Dinah asked.

"She's my friend," Dean shrugged. "She's fun and promised to teach me to dance and is going to let me work on her motorcycle."

"So a girlfriend?" Dinah asked interestedly starting to pick out flowers.

"No!" Dean blinked. "She's not scary or anything like that. ANd she doesn't hit me. Her brother does, but he's teaching me to fight so I don't think that counts."

Dinah nodded understandingly, and showed him the bouquet of wildflowers. "Will this suit?"

Dean looked at it. It had all different kinds of flowers with all different colors. It looked perfect. "Thanks!" Shelling out the money, he put the bouquet carefully on his bike to get to the theater, and slid inside right as they closed the doors.