As a way of leaving quickly, Jane handed Dwight an envelope.  As soon as she was out of sight, he quickly ripped it open.  It was typewritten, on 20 pound rag bond.    

I like you.  Otherwise you wouldn't be reading this.

First, you owe me nothing. I don't do things that aren't pleasing to me, so I was pleased.

If you are still interested, I want to make it easy for you.  None of this "the rules" nonsense.  There is only one rule and that is to be true to yourself.  The easy part -- I know exactly what I want and will simply tell you.  

You don't have to try to read my mind or anticipate what I might or might not want.  

1.  Buy me flowers.  Call Three Sisters Florist on 46th Street.  801.342.5542.  Ask for Rene.  She knows what I like and where to deliver them.

2.  Wait a day.

3.  Call me two days from today at 11:30 am on my cell.  I will thank you for the flowers.  We have exactly 90 seconds.  Be prepared to give me a private email addrss.  The balance of the time -- it is yours.  You can say what you want.

Remember, no obligation.  I will tell you exactly what pleases me.  You are free to do whatever you want with that information.  I suggest that you either take it or don't bother.  

The upside of this is that you don't have to think so much.  I don't do complicated anymore.  This is simple. Don't you love not having to do so much thinking?  

xo

Jane

Dwight is in shock.  An alternative universe, and nothing reminds him of anything.  But damn.  For him, the old one was about used up anyway.

He grabs his iPhone and keys in the number of the florist.  He puts a reminder in his calendar for 11:30.  Not that he will need it.