Until it went all the way

For around nine months I kept in touch with a patron regarding a book he was waiting for. Sometimes, as we all know, people get fixated, and the library is one giant clearinghouse of preoccupation and or OCD central.
So with my need to keep track of this title and his to read it, eventually, it did come. I was thrilled to tell him and he was equally happy to come in and read it as it was a reference book.
I've not met this guy, I'm guessing he's around eighty or more, but he had the gumption to leave me a dove chocolate rose for my efforts.
My co-workers, as is their want, had to make comment on my gift. There was the question; was it sweet sweet or creepy sweet? Meaning of course, did it come from a stalker or just a nice person. Once they knew it was the latter the sub question was is he cute, why yes, in a golden ager kind of way, at least by his voice.
It's as if even as adults their has to be a slight to remind me of my place, which is of course, right here.