Fighting back tears, Daphne turned the page of her current romance novel, eager to learn the fate of the heroine and hero; Katherine and Sam. So far the book was wonderful and it was easy to become swept into the story, channeling the emotions that Sam and Katherine must have felt. At once she found her heart aching for the would-be couple who were separated by distance, and she hoped that they would find their way to each other soon.

She'd long since finished with her chores and was enjoying the rare moments of peace and quiet. She supposed that she should have used her free time more wisely; to do things like call her mum or get caught up with her girlfriends. But lately she'd been drawn to romance novels of any kind. She simply couldn't get enough of them.

Perhaps her fascination with romance novels was due to the fact that she had no romance in her life. She hadn't had a date in months, which attributed to her loneliness. Of course she knew that things like romantic movies and romance novels were hardly realistic, but she just couldn't help herself. The feeling of loneliness and the desire to be loved grew stronger every day.

She couldn't remember the last time a man had told her that he loved her; on a date or otherwise and the truth was that it hurt. She soon found that losing herself in a romance novel eased the pain, if only for a little while.

But the moment the doorbell rang, her romantic fantasy vanished, giving way to reality. Annoyed, she placed the bookmark between the pages and sat the book on her bed in tented fashion. With a sigh she stood and made her way to the living room, hating the thought of doing any type of work; even something as simple as answering the door.

"Bloody hell…" She muttered. "People pick the worst times to ring the doorbell!"

She wore a fabricated smile. Even if she wasn't happy, she could at least pretend to be, and hopefully persuade the person on the other side of the door to leave as quickly as possible. She had reading to do.

But when she opened the door, she wasn't expecting to see a lanky boy with dark hair smiling at her. He wore a pine green polo shirt, matching hat and blue jeans that looked like they'd seen better days.

"Hello." She said brightly. "May I help you?"

The boy, who wore a name tag that displayed his name; Peter, smiled and nodded. "I have a delivery here."

Her eyes moved to the logo on his shirt and cap. "Colorful Design." She read.

"Yes, ma'am. This is Number 1901, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. You've got the right place."

He smiled, as though he was relieved. "Great. Sign here, please." He thrust a clipboard and a pen in front of her.

"What is this? I've never heard of Colorful Designs before. Is it new?"

"Just opened last week. Colorful Designs is a florist, ma'am."

"Oh… Well, that doesn't surprise me. People are always sending flowers to Frasier; callers, mostly, but how they got our address-"

"Says here it's for a Daphne Moon."

Her mouth fell open in surprise. "Me?"

"If you're Daphne Moon."

"I-I am, but-."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I guess I'm just a little-Are you sure it's for me?"

"Sign here please."

Absently she took the pen and signed the white form. He tore off the bottom pink copy and handed it to her. "Have a nice day, Ma'am."

He turned to leave when she called to him. "Wait! What about the-."

His face was flushed when he turned around. "Sorry, it's my first day. Here you are."

"Good luck!" She called to him when he left. She closed the door behind him and stared at the object in her hand. It was a single pink rose, wrapped in white tissue paper, tied at the bottom with a pink ribbon. And it was the loveliest thing she'd ever seen.