Married with Mr. Geeky

Chapter 9: Meet The Owner Flower Shop

Agent Daddy stopped the car he was driving not far from Jim's flower shop. Agent Daddy stepped out

of the car and walked over to Jim's flower shop.

TRRIIINNGG ... !!!

A chime rang as Agent Daddy opened the door to Jim's flower shop.

"Excuse me."

Agent Daddy exclaimed loudly as he walked slowly inside. Looked around the corner of the flower shop

room until Agent Daddy's eyes caught the figure of Jim who was walking toward him.

"Welcome to Jim's flower shop. What are you looking for?" asked Jim very kindly and gently.

"I'm Agent Daddy from police headquarters."

First Agent Daddy introduced himself to Jim, holding out his identification placard.

Jim, who was immediately confused, immediately asked the purpose of Agent Daddy's arrival at his

flower shop that afternoon.

"Owh. Is there something you need?"

"Previously, forgive me if my arrival here is very rude. I did come here on purpose to meet the owner of

this flower shop. Can I meet him?" Agent Daddy asked, after speaking at length.

"I'm Jim. I own this flower shop," Jim answered Agent Daddy's question with a confused look on his

face.

"Hello, Mr. Jim. Actually I came here to ask you a little help. Would you be happy if I matched you with

a girl?"

"What?" Jim shrieked softly while showing a surprised expression on his handsome face.

"As I said before that this is very rude and sounds quite silly and strange to you.

I know very well you must be surprised to hear everything I just said.

But this is a mission that is being assigned to me. Looking for a man who is willing to be matched with

a girl, "said Agent Daddy at length, enduring the embarrassment that was plaguing him at that moment.

"How ya?" Jim replied, scratching his head softly.

"Before deciding, I want to ask you first. Of the many men who are like your co-workers, your close

relatives, why did you choose me who was only a foreigner?" asked Jim, glaring Agent Daddy's eyes.

"Because I'm sure you know about the girl I mean. Hours ago that girl had been in and out of your

flower shop."

For the second time, Agent Daddy manages to get Jim even more confused.

"Sorry. In this flower shop there are many of female customers who like to walk in and out of buying

flowers. And I have absolutely no idea what kind of girl you are talking about."

Agent Daddy immediately pulled something out from under his jeans jacket. It turned out that only a

sheet of white paper was still folded.

Agent Daddy slowly unfolded the folds of paper one by one. After being wide open, it shows a sketch of

a girl's face.

"This girl with a face sketch on paper is what I mean," Agent Daddy said later.

Jim focused on looking at the sketch of a girl's face by narrowing his eyes.

"I don't know her," Jim replied hastily.

"Are you sure?"

Agent Daddy kept urging Jim to recall the figure of the girl who matched the face sketch on the paper

he was holding.

"I don't know. I'm not quite sure. I've seen her in a cursory glance," Jim answered doubtfully.

"Maybe you didn't pay much attention to this girl's face because it was blocked by the black hat she's

wearing," Agent Daddy hinted slightly at Jim.

"Earlier? Black hat? Ahh ... I just remembered. Earlier there was indeed a girl in a hat and dressed all

in black who came here just to hitch a ride and hide from the chase of the police.

Is that the girl you're talking about right now? ”Jim asked Agent Daddy in reassurance.

"Absolutely correct," Agent Daddy replied briefly and clearly.

"I'm really sorry. It seems I can not help to participate in completing the mission that you are currently

doing.

I don't know anything about the girl, "Jim replied bluntly.

"If you knew that girl's true identity, I firmly believe you would definitely consider it.

I'm not asking you to answer now. I'll leave a business card to you. If you have decided you are willing,

please call my mobile number which is listed on the business card. "

Agent Daddy said at length, handing his a business card to Jim. Jim grabbed the business card without

saying a word.