All because of flowers

Later in the day, around three in the afternoon, I receive a call from Evan.

“Hello, Eleanor,” he says when I answer.

“How are you doing, Evan?”

“I was doing great until my cousin called, yelling and asking me why I was distracting you at work with flowers.”

“He did what?” I ask, shocked.

“You heard me right, Eleanor, and you know what made it funnier?”

“No,” I say, wondering what horrible thing Mr. Crawford said. I can't believe he called Evan yelling. How do flowers at work make me distracted?

“It’s especially funny because I don't recall sending you flowers today. So I don't understand why he’s accusing me.”

“I’m so sorry, Evan. I didn’t think he would call you about the flowers. I lied and used your name.”

“It's fine, Eleanor. If you don't mind me asking, who would send you flowers that would make you have to lie?”

“Alex.”

“Alex? Alexander Lewis?”

“Yes, him.”

“Now it makes sense why you told him they were from me.” Evan must also know about the fallout between Alex a