As Emily stepped out of the elevator and approached the front desk, the receptionist greeted her cheerfully. "Good morning, Mrs. Stratton. I put your flowers in your office on the desk and the coffee table."
"Morning, thanks," Emily replied, a suspicion rising within her. When she opened her office door, she saw a bouquet of pink roses in a white glass vase at the corner of her desk and another bouquet of lilac roses in a crystal vase on the coffee table. She rolled her eyes at the flowers, knowing they must have come from Alex, but a smile appeared on her face despite herself.
Carla walked in and remarked, "Morning Sweetie. Nice flowers."
"Take them; they're yours now," Emily replied immediately.
"Really? You don't like them? I remember you used to like pink roses," Carla asked, confused.
"Maybe. You like those too, don't you?"
