Bouquets of roses.

When Ava stepped into her office, she froze at the sight of her desk, covered with vibrant bouquets of roses in every shade imaginable. The rich reds, soft pinks, creamy whites, and sunny yellows created a stunning display that momentarily left her speechless. The soft fragrance wafted into the air.

"What on earth…" she murmured, walking toward her seat, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her fingers brushed against the delicate petals of one bouquet. Confusion knit her brows as she picked up the bouquet. "Who could have sent these?"

She saw a card amidst the flowers and took it in her hand, but there was no name, no note. Just flowers. 'Could this be Dylan's doing?'

Knock-Knock…

A soft knock interrupted her musings. The door creaked open slightly, and Justin peeked inside.

"May I come in?" he asked.

"Yes," Ava replied, setting the bouquet back on the desk as she took her seat.