Gemotions

The sunflowers were enormous, their faces tilted towards the ceiling as if begging for the sun. Amelia, a whirlwind of energy in a floral dress, had burst through the door, humming a jaunty tune. She circled the vase, a grin stretching across her face.

“Well, hello there, gorgeous,” she murmured to the arrangement, then dramatically sniffed at a bloom, closing her eyes. She imagined the sender, a shadowy figure, probably breathless with anticipation.

She grabbed her phone, the world suddenly a stage. A quick selfie, a caption in all caps: "MYSTERY FLOWERS! Who could it be?!" She waited, tapping her foot, a giggle bubbling in her chest.