Gemotions

The florist had just left, and Sarah stood in her doorway, the scent of lavender and freesia swirling around her. She'd been expecting a delivery for a friend, but these weren't them. They were a riot of color, a vibrant mix of blooms, and… no name. A prickling sensation crawled across her skin.

She examined the arrangement carefully, searching for a clue. She knew no one who’d send such a lavish gesture anonymously. The only person she'd even dated recently was a guy she met at the dog park, who’d been incredibly, painfully awkward.

She clutched the vase to her chest, a strange mix of emotions bubbling up. She felt a heat rising in her cheeks. After staring at them for an hour, she called her therapist.