Travis eyed the bouquet of daisies that the young woman was holding. He didn't have a daughter, a lover, or really any friends. Purchasing flowers would have probably seemed stupid, but then he remembered his truck. Some daisies would make his truck and cab a bit more cheerful.
"How much for a bouquet, Miss?" Travis reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. A simple three fold leather wallet from the early '70s.