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practically made no effort to try to persuade
me. Maybe, now he’ll move on and go back to his wife. 
    “Oh…um, excuse me. I’m sorry,” said one of
the three men that walked off of the elevator. Each held onto a large bouquet
of deep red roses that was each wrapped in a white cloth. The roses gave off a
strong refreshing scent that absorbed the unpleasant smell in this unit.
Everyone, including me, looked at the beautiful long stemmed roses with open
curiosity.   
    “Damn, someone’s in love,” whispered
Shannon, as she stood beside me. Looking over at the desk, one of the men spoke
with the head nurse, Linda. Looking past the young man’s shoulder, Linda’s eyes
peeked over her pink cat-eye reading glasses—searching. As her shrewd brown
eyes landed in my direction, she placed her index finger on the bridge of her
glasses and slid it up her snub-nose.
    No , this motherfu—
    “Simone,” Linda’s nasally voice called out
to me. With each dreadful step that I took, the potent smell of the roses
invaded my nostrils with the most pleasant fragrance.
    “Yes, Linda?” I asked, in my best attempt to
seem confused.
    “These roses are for you,” she said
displeased—handing me the card in the process. Sliding the card into my scrub
pocket, I looked over the arrangement of roses.    
    “Where can we put these, Miss?” asked one of
the young men holding two bouquets in his hand.
    “I’ll take them from you,” I said, looking
at Linda apologetically. As each of the men handed me the bouquet, I became
overwhelmed with the amount of roses that I received.
    “Linda, can I please take my 15 now?” I
asked, pressing my luck as her patience decreased before my eyes. Her perched
lips tightened, causing the brim of lips to become thinner. Furrowed lines
appeared all over her forehead, as she nodded her head curtly. Stretching my
neck, I looked over the pile of bouquets, as I hastily walked toward the
employee lounge. Dropping the flowers on the empty table, I pulled out the card
and read the note: Bella Mia
    “Seriously?” I asked aloud, to no one in
particular. Exhaling a frustrated breath, I crumpled up the card and tossed it
in the nearby trashcan.
    Bursting through the doors, Shannon walked
inside grinning from ear-to-ear. “Girl, you better not hold out on me,” she
said immediately in a raspy voice.
    “Trust me, I’m not. He’s nobody important,”
I said nonchalantly while considering my next steps. I should really get a
restraining order.
    “Simone, no man is going to send a woman all
of these roses if he wasn’t trying to convince her how important she is to him.
I mean—look at these roses. They’re beautiful. He’s definitely trying to get
your attention,” she said, picking up one of the bouquets. 
    “You don’t even know the half of it,” I
mumbled as I gathered the roses again—this time in a messy bunch. “Either way,
I’m not interested. Can you help me take these roses up to the hospice unit?” I
asked.
    “You’re not even right Simone,” Shannon
gasped, as her eyes widened with disbelief.
    After placing a few roses from each bouquet
in the patients’ rooms, Shannon and I took the elevator back down to our unit.
The remainder of my shift was filled with looks of admiration, curiosity, and
downright jealousy from some of the staff. As I walked to the elevator, Dr.
Stuart Jackson quickly ended his conversation and pressed the elevator button
while eyeing me.
    “I thought that you were not ready to date,”
he said the moment the doors opened to reveal an empty elevator.
    “Excuse me?” I asked, looking up at his
handsome stance. His dark brown eyes contrasted against his light complexion.
Everything about his appearance screamed out danger. His suaveness broke the
hearts of a few nurses in my unit. All of that was the very reason why he was a
complete turn-off.
    “A few of the nurses mentioned that some
nurse’s boyfriend sent her roses this morning. Imagine my