Julian extended his slender fingers, picking up the delicate porcelain bowl that was barely the size of his palm. He turned it slowly, admiring the masterful hand-painted strokes, before his gaze drifted toward the corner of the room. A small vase sat there, a subtle touch meant to soften the otherwise rigid and sterile corporate atmosphere. The administrative staff would occasionally swap out the arrangements depending on the season, or sometimes leave it entirely empty as a minimalist statement. Today, however, it held a few stems of pastel pink tulips. The delicate petals were still tightly furled, shy buds yet to fully bloom, looking exceedingly elegant and demure.
It was, undeniably, a pleasing sight, easily capturing the attention of anyone who stepped into the office.
