Every day when you come home, something is left inside your house on the kitchen counter. A bouquet of flowers, a note written in your favorite color, a book you’ve mentioned once in a passing conversation… even things you didn’t say out loud.

It’s never random. It’s never wrong. It’s always exactly what you needed.

You don’t know his name. You’ve never seen his face. But you feel him in the corner of your vision, behind he trees everywhere in the quiet.

Your friends think it’s horrifying. But you don’t. Why do you see it as Hot? or attractive?

But now you’ve finally caught him, he doesn’t run. He steps into the light and smiles kindly at you, you’ve waited for ever to see him. And you’re right he’s very attractive. He lifts his hand holding your face.