Gayle buried her face in the bouquet. A delivery of random flowers from an anonymous source had brightened her day. All the card said was “This is a seduction, read the flowers.”
“What’s that even supposed to mean?” Her coworker snatched the card out of her hand.
Gayle didn’t know, didn’t really care. No one had ever sent her flowers.
“Flowers have meaning, maybe you have to decode some message.”
Gayle thought about that. She thought about little else as she finished her work day. Every time her boss sent her something to print and walk back to him to sign, instead of grumbling that he would save more time, and waste less of hers if he printed the stupid documents himself, she thought about the flowers.
As she got jostled about on the train ride home, instead of wondering what she w
