Saturday was the best day to celebrate Valentine’s Day. At least Miranda thought so. Not needing to juggle a workday with a date night freed up time and created less stress. Avoiding rush hour traffic was a must. Coming home an angry, frazzled mess never had to happen. After all, who feels romantic after being cut off by another driver, called an asshole, and then given the one finger salute?
For so long, February 14th had become just another date on the calendar. Rolling her eyes at most people who showed affection in public, Miranda had hated watching others receive flowers and gifts at the office. Gutting her with its dull edges, jealousy ruled over her. Gloating, love-absorbed office mates were unattractive and annoying.