A pleasant gift, though arcane.
The rose bushes in the back wouldn’t bloom for another month. Unfamiliar glass vase, decorative ribbons entwined at the neck, ornamental leafy branches. Purchased from a florist.
He hadn’t forgotten her birthday two months ago, and their anniversary wasn’t for another three. No upcoming holidays, no achievements worth commemorating. The solitary rose arrived on her desk that morning without an explanatory note like it was routine, expected.
Send a text to him at work, Thanks! The proper response, but unsatisfying.
Her son would be up in an hour. Perhaps he could explain this mysterious gift.
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