i came home from class a foggy monday, my mind throbbing and reeling with worries about midterms and class and work and performing poorly in all of the above. it was then that the doorbell rang. will you answer it please? kate said. so i did.
hmm, i thought. i wonder who it is? upon opening the door, there stood a small asian-esque woman holding an elegant trio of flowers in a clear glass vase. how pretty, i thought. these roses are very pret--- "jyan rui-zu?"
yes? i said (or asked).
"sign hir preez." i, at that point, was in no shape to argue with a woman holding such things as serious as red roses. so i signed and said thank you. and she nodded and left. well, i won't bother you any longer with the list of questions running through my head. to be fair, there was a card. it read:
My Gian, I've always liked the number three.
Someone. well, mr. someone, whoever you are, thank you for these elegant, serious roses. and thanks for sending three.  | 
