I roll off the bed and glance at the clock – 9:00 a.m. I’m wearing gym shorts and a T-shirt.“Who is it?” I ask, depressing the intercom button.“Avon Florists.”“Who?”“Avon Florists. We have a delivery for apartment 3C. A…Sage?”The voice sounds young and hesitant. “Okay. That’s me.” I buzz the deliveryman in and shake my head to clear it. I’ve just pushed the button on the coffee maker when a knock sounds at the front door.A skinny guy in a tan uniform is holding out a bouquet of red long-stem roses. I sign where requested on his tablet, the roses held close, and then it dawns on me the delivery guy’s probably not doing this for his health. “Hang on for a second, okay?” I ask, and he nods.“Sure.”I close the door and run to the bedroom, fish a five-dollar bill out of my purse, and return. “Thanks,” I say, handing it to him, the roses still clutched in my other hand. There’s a card in among the blossoms, and I pull it free as I shut the door behind me and walk into the kitchen.I almost drop the flowers when I see the roses are from Derek.I read the note out loud as I sleepwalk to the sink.“Kick some serious ass, Sage.
