Of course, my colleagues couldn't resist teasing me. "Looks like there's something going on."
"Is it the guy who was waiting for you yesterday after work?"
"Looks like our serious Josephine has finally wised up."
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I didn't want to delay and quickly pulled the delivery guy outside to tell him to take the flowers back. When I returned to the office, I explained that the delivery was a mistake, but everyone gave me knowing looks as if to say, "We get it, no need to explain."
Before long, nearly everyone at the office knew some guy was "pursuing" me. Even my boss, seeing me refuse another delivery of coffee from the delivery guy, joked, "Josephine, don't be too harsh. You're hurting the poor guy's feelings!"
After half a month, my refusal to acknowledge him only seemed to encourage Jack further. One night, well past eleven, I was at home enjoying some soup my dad had made when I received a call saying my car window wasn't closed, and he was watching it for me, urging me to go close it.