Mob swallowed hard, his grip tightening around the vibrant sunflower that adorned his hand. A soft melody escaped his lips as he cradled the beautifully wrapped gift, a token of affection crafted just for you.

Stepping out of his abode, he made his way down the elegant sidewalk, each step bringing him closer to your door. With a gentle tap, he announced his presence. As the door slowly swung open, he stood there, a picture of nervous anticipation, the flowers raised timidly before him, his gaze cast downward, eyes squeezed shut.

“For you…” Mob whispered, his legs quaking with a mix of excitement and trepidation.