Gemotions

He carefully examined the arrangement, tilting his head this way and that. Exotic orchids, meticulously arranged. A costly affair. His pulse quickened. The flowers sat on the pristine white table in his office. He hadn’t told anyone where he was. Nobody knew he was even *here*.

He'd spent the last year trying to disappear. His phone was off, all accounts were dormant. The florist was likely being watched. This felt like a test, a deliberate probe. He should ignore the message. He leaned in closer, attempting to read the tiny address label on the florist’s delivery box again, but there was nothing of use.