SO there I was, standing inside a large florist shop, surrounded by rows and rows of pretty flowers - sunflowers, roses, carnations… and plenty more that I’m unable to name.

But who cares about the flower names? It had been a hectic morning at work, so it was really calming to be surrounding by so many lovely flowers. I took in a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent of the flora around me…

It was a clever decision of mine. My colleagues and I were having lunch at the foodcourt just a floor below. After lunch, I decided to come upstairs just to explore a little while they went on back to the office. I was sure that none of them knew of the existence of such a beautiful sanctuary so close to our office where we could just pop by to sooth our souls.

Standing there in that beautiful and sweetly scented environment, I admired the flowers more closely.

The roses looked fake. In fact, they were fake.

“So which of these are fake?” I asked the florist.

“All our flowers are artificial,” came the answer.

I went back to the office.