I sat staring at the blinking cursor on my computer screen, my thoughts drifting far from the spreadsheet I was supposed to finish, when a knock broke the quiet rhythm of the office. Before I could respond, the door swung open and the delivery man stepped inside, holding a bright pink bakery box tied neatly with a white ribbon.
“Good afternoon, Emma! This is for you!” he announced cheerfully, drawing the attention of half the room.
A few coworkers glanced over, smiling knowingly. Someone whispered, “Lucky you,” probably assuming Jake had sent me a sweet surprise.
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