He smiled shakily before taking the red pencil from his new wooden pencils and easily colored in the heart on her paper, watching his hand as he does. Then he writes beneath it in clean writing, ‘I’ll remember this moment too.’
She smiled softly at him, enjoying the wonderful gift he bestowed upon her.
But the moment is interrupted as the door opens and a man walks in carrying two vases of flowers.
He looked off at the pair near the bed, eyes widening a bit from seeing a blue skinned man.
“Are you Katelynn Foster?” he asked.
Katelynn blinked at him, nodding her head.
Glad he had gotten the right room, he walked over and set the flowers next to her bed on the nightstand, tipping his hat at her. “Flowers from someone who wished to remain anonymous.” Then he promptly left.
Anonymous..? She watched in amazement at the flowers, seeing their beautiful design. She wondered who could have sent them. They looked expensive.
A bit of a knowing look crossed her eyes, her face turning passive as she reached over to finger the roses.
Jack sat there quietly, reverting to his normal, shy, withdawn self in the presence of others. He held onto his guitar like a security blanket, especially when the man had eyed him like that. He watched them leave, before looking back at the flowers.
They were beautiful… and beyond anything he could afford.
“Wow.” he whispered as he looked at them. “From anonymous… that’s amazing…”
Jack Maple 