Gemotions

He knew the sender. He just didn't want to admit it. The tulips, a vibrant mix of colors, sat in a vase on the table, their bright faces demanding attention. He made a show of ignoring them, focusing intently on his paperwork. He wouldn't look at them. He wouldn't acknowledge them.

He kept working, shuffling papers, straightening files. But he kept seeing the colors in his peripheral vision. He reached for the phone, then stopped. He'd wait. He'd see how long this charade would last. He'd be fine.