Gemotions

The tulips, a riot of orange and yellow, filled the small space in her office with sunshine, but the absence of a card cast a shadow. Jessica tapped her pen against her desk, the rhythmic sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. She couldn't place it.

She called the florist, but they were bound by their policy and unable to help. Jessica leaned back in her chair, a slow heat building in her face. Had she forgotten something significant? Did she overlook a hidden sign? Her mind raced, sifting through the details of her work and personal life. The vibrant flowers suddenly seemed to mock her, silent reminders of a missing piece.