She is Curious

Cyan eyed the box nervously. It's small and black velvet. She can only imagine what's inside. A ring? A necklace? Bracelet? The yearning within her killed the appetite she had at her lunch hour. All she wanted to know was what was inside. The problem was, she knew it was for her. That alone made her want to rip open the thing to see inside even more. Of course, it had to be Terry, her husband, and knowing that, there had to be more than meets the eye with this.
It was not her birthday nor their anniversary, although it would be fitting since he always forgot it. She had not recently gotten a promotion either. Only a small box of fuzzy night sky color with specks of starry dust. Nothing Van Gogh. Just specks littered. Did that mean he had had this laying around for a while and chose this random moment in time to slip it in her purse on her way out? Why today of all days?
She laughed at the irony. It was a box. Everyone always wonders what they would do if they receive a mysterious package. Everyone also convinces themselves that they'd open it no problem, whether it be a bomb or nothing. As easily as she could open it, she wouldn't. Not because she didn't want to. She just couldn't. She stared at it, hoping it would spontaneously combust open. Nothing.
She closed her eyes. In ten seconds, she would open her eyes. During those ten seconds, she would grab the box and open it. That was the plan. Terry couldn't fool her so easily this time. She could do it.
Cyan Colfax could not do it. She got to five and stopped. The fuzzy black box was in her hand. It was the size of her palm, just about, but it was thick. If it were flat, maybe she could take a better crack at guessing. She shook it. It sounded like nothing was inside. This was pure Terry.
She could not open the box. Her lunch hour was quickly and silently slipping away. She had but twenty minutes left. The first forty were spent discovering, touching and staring at the box. Her appetite was long gone. She had to open the box so she could eat. What did Terry do? Maybe he's guilty of something, so now he's trying to buy her back. Well, he can keep the little black box. She didn't care what he did. She didn't want any of his pity or whatever this was.
Then doubt set in. What if it wasn't Terry? Maybe it was a coworker that slipped it in while she wasn't paying attention. She discarded all previous thoughts and completely blanked her mind. She closed her eyes.
One...
Two...
Three...
She grabbed the velvet black box.
Four...
Five...
Six...
She opened it.
Seven...
Eight...
Nine...
Cyan opened her eyes. Inside was a piece of paper and in Terry's handwriting was the word: Ten.