Once inside my hotel room, I kicked off my shoes and stretched my legs. Just as I was debating whether or not to take _another_ bubble bath - the excuse being that God knows when I'd be able to take another one, since I lived in a dorm with communal showers - I heard a knock on the door. I steeled myself. What if it was him? What would I do? &quot;Who is it?&quot; I called out. &quot;The concierge, mademoiselle.&quot; I went and opened the door. The concierge stood holding a vase full of tulips. &quot;These arrived for you while you were out. I took the liberty of putting them in water.&quot; I thanked him and tipped him and then shut the door again. I placed the vase on the table next to the other vase full of the now withering red roses Sebastian had given me earlier that week. I sat staring at the tulips. They were red and yellow, just like the ones I'd admired at Versailles. The flowers bore no card. They didn't need one. I knew who they were from. ~ At two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, I boarded my return flight. 2008-07-06T18:04:50Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/25017 <p>I might burst into tears!!! He needs to pop up in some random place!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/25017?basename=76798 2008-07-06T18:04:50Z penguincaptain18 http://ficlets.com/authors/user_5439 <p>Nooo!!!!!! Ack! Don&#8217;t walk away, Emily!<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/25017?basename=57620 2008-04-20T18:44:43Z emma jo_234 http://ficlets.com/authors/emmaj