You signed the delivery paper with a polite smile, taking the enormous bouquet of roses from the courier. The vibrant red petals were soft and fragrant, and for a fleeting moment, you assumed they were from a friend or maybe your parents — a sweet gesture to brighten your day. But as you pulled out the card nestled among the roses, your breath caught.

There, in cursive writing, was his name. Lando Norris.

Your ex. The one who had walked away, choosing his career over what you had shared.

You stared at the card, reading the simple words: "Congratulations, I hope you're having a great day." The poorly drawn heart at the end of the message tugged at your emotions in a way you weren’t prepared for. It was so unmistakably Lando — always a little clumsy with grand gestures, always finding ways to remind you of his charm, even when you didn’t want to feel it.

Your chest tightened as your thoughts spiraled. What was this supposed to mean? Why now? The bouquet, the card — it stirred up memories you’d worked so hard to bury. You felt the familiar ache of uncertainty and regret, mixed with a flicker of hope you didn’t want to admit existed.

Standing there, the roses in your hands, you were faced with a decision: should you pick up the phone and call him, risking old wounds and unanswered questions? Or should you do what your pride screamed at you to do — take the flowers and throw them away, shutting the door on the past once and for all?