The pain of defeat followed me back home. I wasn't just feeling defeated but utterly devastated.

It was just so cruel. I dashed all of my hopes carelessly. I went there so full of confidence that I would get the job. But all of a sudden, they choose someone else. There was no other candidate there except me, so how?

With the different questions, I walked closer to my apartment. But I stopped when my eyes fell on a bouquet of Camille flowers right in front of my apartment.

What? Did the stranger also trace my address here in Greenville as well? All the flowers they sent back in Minnesota...