Gemotions

It had taken days, but finally, Michael knew. The large house, and the way her car was parked, and the security systems pointed to wealth. Mrs. Rodriguez, who sold him the best oranges at the farmer’s market, was rich.

He felt something bloom in his chest, a sense of… closeness. He decided to go by. He had a few boxes of those oranges to deliver.

“Mrs. Rodriguez!” he called. Her face lit up. "Michael! What a nice surprise." He smiled. "I figured you might need some fresh fruit."