Four weeks before Valentine’s Day
There was a flowerpot on my desk. Why on earth were there flowers on my desk?!
And not just any flower but a tiny rosebush with deep red buds bursting into bloom. In the middle of January. On my desk, which I kept tidy and strictly clear of knickknacks or personal stuff. No pictures, no plants, no decorations of any kind. Even my personal coffee cup was a bland, anonymous, black mug.
So why was there a rosebush in a white pot, with goddam golden hearts stampe