Gemotions

She'd been dreaming of white roses. And now they were here. No card, but it didn't matter. It was obvious. It felt like her world had changed colours. She touched the velvety petals, a nervous thrill coursing through her.

The afternoon crawled by. Every phone call felt significant, every email a possible clue. She couldn't focus on anything, lost in a haze of anticipation. She kept checking the time, unable to work.

That evening, she stood by the window, clutching the roses, watching the streetlights illuminate the empty road, her heart aching with a curious, delicious blend of hope and fear.