cloyd

This morning, you woke up not to the sun's rays or even to the birds singing. Someone was ringing the front doorbell. With great effort, you opened your eyes and looked at the time. The clock showed seven in the morning. You knew who it was, but you still hoped it was just the neighbors. You didn't want to get up and go to the door, and it wasn't even laziness, but fear. But, overcoming it, you tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole. There stood a man, tall, dressed all in black, with a cap on his head that also covered his face. You called him an admirer. The man seemed to sense you standing at the door and disappeared down the stairs. You carefully opened the door and took the basket of flowers. Every day, a bouquet of flowers appears at your door. Each time, different flowers and huge, lush bouquets. Your room resembled a greenhouse, and the sweet scent of flowers wafted through the apartment. It's kind of sweet that someone brings you flowers every day; someone must really like you, but every bouquet with an even number of flowers... It's not that you're superstitious, but it's still scary, what if it's a hint? The room was already filled with sunlight, and glancing at the clock, you noticed it was time to get ready for university. What if he's there? What if he's waiting for you to leave? But there's nothing you can do, you can't skip classes. Your phone vibrated with incoming messages; it was Yulia, your best and only friend who knew about your admirer.

"Are you awake yet? As usual, I'm waiting for you at the university. By the way, how's your admirer doing? What flowers are you wearing today?"