"Okay, so at this point I just have to ask. Who the hell sent you all these?"
Asami sat at her desk, rubbing her temples as the flower girl brought in another load of bouquets, the cart's squeaky wheels grinding against the floor. The floral scent infiltrated every corner of her office and she would have loved it if only the flowers were welcomed in the first place, but they really really weren't. She knew that her break up with Mako was a little out of the blue and that yes they had some fun times together and nothing was really wrong in the relationship, but at some point 'mediocre' and 'ordinary' and 'routine' just wasn't enough for her. She was sad and regretful when she invited Mako out to lunch and told him that it was over, and the way he began to make promises to make more time and be more involved and spontaneous nearly broke her resolve, but she knew that Mako really wasn't that type of person, and going out of his way and against his nature to make her feel better wasn't really a healthy enough reason to continue their relationship in good grace. So after a very tense and one sided break up she stood up and went back to work. She expected some calls, and maybe a few texts but she really couldn't have predicted this to be his way of showing her that he can be better.
"I broke up with my boyfriend this morning, and he wasn't happy about it."
"So he sent you our whole freaking store?" she exclaimed in astonishment.
"He's very dedicated to everything he does."
"Well that's one hell of a romantic gesture. Although I wish he would have ordered a little bit less. I have to make like three more trips to the vans, and yes that's multiple vans, and bring up like fifty more of these babies." The woman patted one of the bundles of flowers and began to set them down on the floor in whatever spot was empty, the hardwood quickly disappearing under the couple dozen vases.
"I'm really sorry about this," Asami said. She walked over to her office door and peaked out to ask her secretary to cancel her next meeting so that she could have a long talk with Mako after this. The flower girl finished unloading the cart and began to make her way back to the elevator to retrieve yet another one and Asami took the time to look around her now colorful office. She took out her phone and dialed her ex, readying herself and her resolve.
The talk lasted nearly half an hour, and more than once she nearly caved to Mako's pleading, but one look around the flowers reminded her that they just weren't compatible and she loved him too much to make him become something he was not. At some point her vision blurred and quiet tears leaked down her cheeks much to her dismay, not to mention the delivery girl was there when she began crying. Finally getting through to Mako she said her goodbyes and told him that she still wanted him to be in her life, just not as a partner, and hung up. She hastily wiped her tears away, not willing to risk looking weak in front of her employees, and tried to compose herself.
"You okay? I sort of listened in accidentally, sorry." Asami looked at the flower girl, who was holding up yet another stupid vase, and shook her head softly. "You know? For what it's worth, if I was the one dating you I would have sent you flowers every day just because. You seem pretty great, and I think you made the right decision breaking up with him." She smiled sheepishly and rubbed her arm awkwardly.
"Thank you, you don't have to bring up the rest. I think this is a good enough reminder already."
"This is the last batch, I'll be done after this cart."
"Oh, okay." Asami sniffled and cleared her throat, fixing her makeup quickly and straightening out her clothes, getting ready to get back to work as the flower girl finished up.
She turned to wheel the cart out, but then tediously turned back. "I hope you have a better rest of the day. Sorry about the flowers."
"Thank you."
"Bye."
"Bye."
The girl walked out and once again Asami was left alone, alone with her thoughts and with a garden of flowers cluttering every surface in her office.
She walked towards her office, happy to see that the janitor did as she asked and dispersed the flowers throughout the building. If they couldn't make her feel better then at least they can brighten somebody else's day. The fragrance probably still lingered in her office, but at least she didn't have to look at them anymore. She walked past her secretary, greeting him, and entered her office, shrugging off her jacket and sitting at her desk. That's when she noticed the lone crimson rose sitting on her desk.
She picked it up, perplexed, and cautiously lifted the elegant note with her name on it underneath.
Dear Ms. Sato, after yesterday I think you needed a little pick me up! –Korra (your delivery girl)
Asami read the note a few more times, a brilliant smile escaping her lips, and held the flower up to her nose, inhaling the sweet scent. Maybe receiving flowers wasn't that bad after all.
