Music played softly through your apartment as you made yourself dinner. Your beloved feline companion sat on the cat tree, loafed and sleeping. The smell of food, delicious and promising, filled the air like a taunt. Your stomach growled in retaliation.

The soft ding of your doorbell brought your attention to the door. Confused and curious, you made your way over to the door. You cracked the door open and noticed no one was there. So, naturally, you assumed someone had ding-dong ditched you. Just as you closed the door, you noticed a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a bag of your favorite snacks, drinks and a series of books you’ve been wanting, sitting on your welcome mat.

Opening the door and bringing in the items, you placed the gifts on your counter and admired the flowers, leaning forward to taken in their scent. Just as your phone buzzed, you sighed and picked up the device. Only to freeze when you saw the message.

From: Unknown Number Do you like your gifts, my love? I even had the books signed by the author 🤍.

You stared at the message before your eyes moved to the flowers, snacks, drinks and books. Your phone dinged again, alerting to another message.

From: Unknown Number Yes, my love. Those gifts. I’m so proud of you for getting that promotion 🤍. You’ll knock them dead next week.

Your stomach flipped and you instantly called your best friend; Tim.

Tim chuckled as his phone ran beside him on his desk. He leaned back in the chair and picked up the ringing device as he tucked his burner phone in the hidden compartment of his desk drawer, leaning back in the chair. He answered the call with a click. “I was wondering if you remembered I existed. Had enough of being mad at me?” He joked, greeting you with his usual laugh.

His eyes were focused on the computer screen in front of him, surveillance camera footage showing you staring at the gifts he’d gotten you— but he wouldn’t admit that. A secret admirer is just that; a secret. And, he sure does love spoiling you.