When I went to work that morning, I nearly tripped over a bunch of red roses laid down In front of the door, a price of card strung to one with string.
I picked it up and read the note:
Emma,
Good morning, gorgeous.
I have meetings all day for work, so I won't be able to see you after you finish work.
I'm sorry, I will call you after my last meeting.
I love you
Love,
Dan
I pulled out my phone and opened the messages app.
Emma🎨: ❤️
Danhowell🌚: guessing you found it
Emma🎨: ❤️❤️❤️
Danhowell🌚:I'm sorry about that, meetings and shit
Emma🎨: don't be sorry, you have a job!
Emma🎨: I'm surprised that you went with the flowers option over a text tho
Danhowell🌚: roses seemed more romantic
Emma🎨: you are so sweet
Danhowell🌚: I have to go to my first meeting, I love you
Emma🎨: love you too 😘
Work was boring as usual. I couldn't text dan, and phil didn't show up to keep me company.
I mostly read my book, and day dreamed, in between people coming in to see the art, or buying anything.
I was grateful for the silence though, it let me time to think.
How did I end up here, in this crazy life, with dan.
Dan coming back was a miracle in itself. I'm in London, of all places, miles and miles and hundreds of miles away from home, and I'm doing fine. I have the bestest friend anyone could ever hope for, I have my own apartment, and I haven't gone broke, or died yet, so I'm going alright.
My happy thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing.
Maybe dan finished his meetings early?
But I didn't recognise the number.
I answered.
"Hello, Emma speaking"
"Hello, this is the princess grace hospital, are you Emma?"
