The Chocolate Box

Nira was sitting in her cubicle going over an excel sheet, when the peon came and gave her the package. Clumsily wrapped in blue, it had a small "Sorry" note stuck to it. Almost a week had passed since her fight with him. With much anticipation, she peeled off the paper and opened the box. 
Nira let out a mild chuckle, that reduced to a happy drop in the corner of her eye. They were seashells made of chocolate; six seashells, each a different shape and color. She picked up the one that looked like a mussel, and put it in her mouth. Rich dark chocolate met her tongue, as she rolled it over before taking a bite. Cherry gelee flooded her with surprise! She could wait no more; each shell seemed like a lost conversation in the last six days. One by one she took a shell and plopped it in- a conch shell with streaks of white, milk and dark chocolate, a crooked oyster shell that hid a pearl of a hazelnut within, caramel filled cockle shells, and even a milk chocolate snail shell with a rum center. 
The last one was a pristine white shell, wide and flat with ridges like that of a scallop. As she lifted it she saw a small note beneath. "Call me", it said. Nira let her taste buds dance to the final flourish of white chocolate and coconut cream as she wiped away the tears and dialed his number.