Snarky Teenager walked into the room and plopped down a beautiful garden arrangement—pink ranunculus draped over the sides of a green ceramic pot, and a heather heart floated flawlessly above it. She looked a bit, er, mature, as always, with a tight pink miniskirt and loose white shirt over red striped leggings. “You get to do designer’s choice? That’s freaking sweet.” She pointed to the cupid, “Ugh, what the hell is that? It looks like a velociraptor that ate the rest of the dinosaurs. That must be where they all went.”
Elly took a breath while ignoring her youngest co-worker. “That would be really nice, Kim. I’m so tired. Are you sure that you don’t want to do the designer’s choice?”
Kim shook her head. “Uh-uh. They requested you by name.”
Elly gave a nod, left the dinosaur behind, and went to the cooler, leaning her head against the humid glass. Designer’s choice. What would she pick for herself? She reached in the cooler. I’ll make what I would make for my mother if she were here today. Losing herself in the flowers, Elly began pulling, assembling a loose bouquet in her hand, something only a skilled florist could do with ease. Antique green and pink hydrangea. Vibrant pink Maria Theresa roses, the expensive kind. White lisianthus. Dahlias, in rich dark plums. Coral minicallas. White phalaenopsis orchids. Red wine cockscomb. Blackberry brambles. Viburnum. Green berries. She arranged them quickly in a gorgeous copper watering can that she had for sale on the shelf, letting them fall naturally. She stood back. It was opulent and yet, so natural looking. The money was in the flowers. This was her choice. An hour had gone by and she didn’t even know it. She walked over and handed it to Kim, stepping over Cadbury, who was loudly chewing on a rose stem. “Here, put this in the cooler.”
Kim cooed at the arrangement. “Oh, Elly, this is gorgeous. Want to make one for me?”
Elly patted her cheek. “Nope. You get to go to Paris; I’d say you’re good.”
Four hours later, after all the arrangements had been picked up by thoroughly stressed-out men, she flipped the sign over to CLOSED with a grateful whimper. One more Valentine’s Day done, thank you, Lord. She walked up to her apartment and unlocked the door slowly, the turning of her key exerting massive force. After pulling on her PJ pants, she took Cadbury out for the world’s quickest potty with the moon as her only light. She was vaguely aware that all around her, lovers were falling into each other, proclaiming love where it hadn’t been before. “Bah-humbug,” she grumbled out loud as Cadbury made circles on the pavement.
Back at the apartment, food sounded good, but she was too tired to even think about eating. Elly fell into bed, her pajamas crumpled below her round hips. In the dark, somewhere between her cartwheeling thoughts and hallucinations of red roses tromping down Tokyo, there was a twinge of disappointment. Keith hadn’t done anything. She had told him not to, but she didn’t expect him to actually listen to her. Leave it to Keith to not understand the universal rules of womanhood: do what I think, not what I say. But still—he hadn’t even called. Elly gave a huff and pulled her pillow over her face. It was just another Valentine’s Day, hell on Earth, where she had worked all day for very little love. Did it really matter though? Keith was great. Elly ordered herself not to overthink it.
Elly woke up to the feeling of something being wrong in her house. Something was off. She sat up in bed, her hair a tangled mess, and her pants bunched around her hips. What is going on right now? Her sleep daze made her clumsy and slow. She shook her head, as if to shake the blurry thoughts free. Cadbury. Where was Cadbury? He usually woke her up by whining at the side of her bed. That or she was choked out of deep sleep by a haze of dog farts.
“Cadbury?” she called. There was no response. The apartment was a silent tomb. Still half-asleep, Elly pulled herself out of bed and limped down the hall. She winced as she turned the corner—her arm, chest, and shoulder were sore from the mountain of designing she had done yesterday. Elly took a step toward the kitchen. A thin sound penetrated the silence, and she jumped, her heart thundering against the front of her chest. It was a low voice, rising gently over the waves of “Moon River.” Keith? Elly quickly smoothed down her hair.
“Elly, come out … I know you’re in the hallway.”
Elly licked her finger and tried to frantically wipe off any lingering eye makeup. What was he doing here? She cursed the day she gave Keith a key and decided to take it back immediately. Keith seeing her in “morning mode” was just not an option. Not yet, anyway.
“Elly?”