Gemotions

"Ah, the package!" she exclaimed, a little skip in her step as she saw the box perched on her porch. It was addressed to "Ms. Iris Bellweather," the woman who’d occupied her apartment before. Chloe's fingers tingled with anticipation.

She grabbed it, eager to get inside and examine it. The weight felt substantial. As she entered her apartment, she couldn't suppress a little giggle. She knew what to do.

Inside was a collection of vintage cookbooks, beautifully illustrated. Her eyes widened, feeling her own creative juices begin to simmer. She began to dream of dinner parties.