Gemotions

The scent of roses permeated the small apartment, a sweet, intoxicating cloud. Michael grinned, breathing in deeply as he surveyed the display on his countertop. A dozen crimson beauties, a stark contrast to the usual bachelor pad aesthetic. Absolutely no note. He chuckled, imagining the secret admirer. He'd never received flowers before, and the mystery of their origin was delicious.

He found himself pacing, unable to sit still. His fingers tapped a rapid rhythm against his thigh as he imagined all possible senders. Was it the new girl at the gym? Or perhaps someone from his writing workshop? He smiled, imagining the possibilities. A surge of exhilaration coursed through him, a feeling of pure, unadulterated enjoyment. He'd spend the day writing, inspired by the nameless giver and the vibrant colors.