Gemotions

It was a small, brown paper bag, nothing fancy, left innocently by the stairs. "For the resident," it read. Liam, new to the building, cautiously picked it up. His stomach did a little flip. The previous tenant, "Mrs. Everly," had sent this, he supposed. He'd seen her name on the lease papers.

Inside was a single, perfectly ripe peach. He held it up to the light, admiring its blush. The scent was intoxicating. He felt a sudden, inexplicable impulse to smile. He'd never met her, but he felt he already knew her.