Flowers for Valentine's Day

It was Valentine's Day and I was in college. I lived in an apartment by myself off campus, and had a part-time job near my house. Valentine's Day that year was on a weekday and I was working my normal evening shift. I was at my computer when someone walked in to deliver flowers with a little teddy bear on the vase, and even a balloon. As usual when that sort of thing happens, I thought aw, that's cute but embarrassing for someone. Until he said my name.

For a moment, I was too surprised to say anything. Then I thought, well maybe it was just my mom sending me something nice..though why she'd send it to me at work, I've no idea. I opened the card, thinking that it'd tell me, but inside was a poem. It was a nice love poem...But I wasn't seeing anyone. It wasn't signed, but the person obviously knew what I looked like; they mentioned the color of my hair and my eyes! I had no idea who possibly would have sent me that. I started getting nervous.

Who could It have been? As I went back to work, I racked my brain thinking about all the people I knew who'd send me flowers at work. Who knew where I worked? Who knew when I would be there? Had anyone asked about it? By the end of the night, I was nervous to even leave the building by myself; what if the person was waiting for me? It seemed like a bad horror movie! I had someone walk out with me to my car. There wasn't anyone waiting, of course.

Several days later, I was hanging out with one of my friends, who mentioned another of our friends had told him I was freaked out by the flowers. He admitted they were from him, and I thanked him, but what followed was one of the most awkward friendships of my life. I wasn't interested in expanding our friendship into that particular area, which made me feel bad. We don't keep in touch very much anymore.