Emma had always been known for her organization skills. And her computer monitor was the colorful proof of it. She always left post-its on it to remind herself of whatever needed to be done.

Pink, orange, yellow, green, white... Each color for one kind of thing. Everything was just as it should be until the day she found a blue post-it on her computer. She didn't own blue post-its and that wasn't her handwriting.

Emma arched an eyebrow. She picked up her phone, dialed without looking at it and waited.

"Can you explain the post-it on my computer?" she asked trying not to sound amused once he picked up.

"Good morning, Emma!" he said happily.

Maybe a little too happily, Emma thought.

"Hi, Jack." she couldn't help smiling.

"Em, how do you expect me to explain one of the thousands post-its on your computer?"

"It's blue."

"It's a nice color."

"I don't use blue." Emma informed, although he already knew that.

"Well, it matches your eyes."

"Jack, my eyes are hazel."

"Which is kinda neutral, so it matches." he explained.

"Okay then." Emma chuckled.

"So, I add one little post-it to your computer and you call me to complain?"

"It's my computer, you know." she teased.

"No need to get territorial." Jack said dismissively.

Emma chuckled.

"I'd love to stay and chat, but I have some work to do. I'll see you around."

"Alright, see you later." she nodded with a smile and hung up.

Emma took another look at the post it and shook her head.

Good morning!

And every day after that fateful morning, Emma found a blue post it on her computer.

Good morning!

Have fun!

Happy Citriculturist's Day!

Don't stress over details.

Smile! It's Friday.

Happy Tuesday!

Emma rolled her eyes, but couldn't help smiling. It was routine now. Jack would leave a post-it; she'd e-mail him something and put the post-it away in the drawer.

Said drawer was already filled with blue post-its.

Merry weekend!

Emma smiled, placed the post-it with the other ones from Jack and started checking the ones she had left for herself.

Until she came across an orange, the color she used for meetings. Emma picked up with a suspicious eyebrow arched. "Jack, noon." she read.

Emma dialed his number trying to keep that amused smile from her face.

"You've been messing with my post-its." Emma said.

"What makes you say that?"

"There's an orange post-it saying I'm supposed to meet you at noon." she informed.

"Ah, I see."

Emma could almost see Jack nodding.

"You want to have lunch with me so badly you've added a post-it without even noticing."

"It's your handwriting." Emma pointed out with a chuckle.

"Alright, so I've messed with your post-its." Jack admitted "Have lunch with me." he asked.

Emma thought for a second "Give me a good reason." she challenged.

"It will be the highlight of my day."

"I'll see you at noon." Emma smiled brightly.