I woke up slowly. "Neh," I groaned. The memory of last nights awakening crept to the forefront of my mind. I turned my head to look at the vase. My note was gone. Now I gotta get up and look for a reply. I know they were here last night. I rolled out of bed, falling to the carpet. Ow bruises. An annoyed grumble escaped my mouth as I pushed myself up. I stretched, joints popping and cracking. A quick glance reviled that nothing new was in my room. I tiredly slumped my way downstairs. Nothing in the kitchen. Whelp. If they left a note, it's not in one of the "normal" places. Where could it be? I searched around my house, to no avail. Maybe they didn't leave anything? Nah that's stupid. They've left a note every night they've shown up. Even the night I caught them. It's here somewhere. I'm hungry though. Breakfast first. Then search some more. I made my way back to the kitchen. I pulled open the fridge to grab some chopped fruit. I stopped, staring at the cupcake. I didn't get that. It was from a bakery I frequent, and my usual order. Of course they knew that. I picked up the cupcake, and noticed that it was sitting on a note. I was really looking forward to some orange slices. Screw it I'm saving the cupcake for later. Orange time. I placed the cupcake back in the fridge and pulled out the note and an orange. Tossing the note onto the table I pulled out my cutting board. I quickly chopped the chilled orange into slices and pushed them into a bowl. I rinsed off the board and knife, and set them out to dry. I washed my hands and carried the bowl to the table. I unfolded the note with one hand while eating orange with the other. The note was, of course, from them.
To my sweet подсолнечник,
You left me a note! How thoughtful of you. You're very welcome for the gifts. I did not know sunflowers were your favorite too! Well I guess that's one thing we have in common, and a fact about me. Hm, you would like to know more about me, da? You were correct, I am a guy, and tall, a little taller than you. How about we turn this into a game? I'll ask you questions and if you answer them I'll answer questions you ask. First question, what's your favorite color?
Forever yours- I
It's not exactly a fair game, he already knows so much about me. He knows the answer to that question, he's testing if I'll lie or not. His name starts with I, maybe. That could be to throw me off. Fucking mind games. I finished my orange and threw away the peels. After rinsing the juice off my fingers I picked up the note again. I studied it for a few seconds, but nothing new because apparent. All I need to do is reply. It feels so weird, being given so many gifts. Should I give him something? Sure. What could possibly go wrong? I scanned the room, eyes falling on the recipe book. I flipped through the pages, stopping on an old favorite of mine, chocolate sheet cake with peppermint/ dark chocolate buttercream icing. Looks like I'm baking today. Let's go. I pulled out the ingredients for the cake part of this project. Dumping the correct amounts into the mixer, I turned it on to stir while I checked for the icing ingredients. I had nearly everything. Sadly I had too little peppermint extract. I had some, just not enough. Damn it. I'll go to the store when the cake is cooling, I guess. I kicked the table slightly. I poured the cake into its pan. Sliding it in the oven I set a thirty minute timer. I grabbed my sketchbook and spent the entire thirty minutes trying to figure out what to draw. The timer beeped. I set my sketchbook to the side. I pulled the cake out of the oven and checked if it was done. It was. I'm going to leave a note. Because I don't want to come back to missing cake. I grabbed a sticky note and scribbled; "work in progress don't touch" Good enough. I'm heading to the store. I picked my purse up and headed out the door.
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I unlocked my front door angrily. Son of a dick had the nerve to almost hit me with his car. And blame ME? All for a little bottle of extract. I hung up my purse and coat and walked back into the kitchen. My note and cake were untouched. "Yay," I sarcastically groaned. I quickly made the icing and poured it over the cake. I let it set as I put up all of the ingredients. I cut the cake into little cubes. Half the cubes went into my freezer. The other half was split in two again, into two containers. One I placed in the fridge, the other I stared at. I need a note for this. I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. What do I say. Well I didn't mess up last time so ...
I put the pen to paper and wrote my stalker another note.
Dear I,
You already know my favorite colors are black, green, and purple. I'm not stupid, this is a test. Who would lie about their favorite colors anyway? I will ask two questions, one I don't really expect you to answer, the other, very simple. Do I know you in my daily life? What is your favorite animal?
I felt awkward only receiving gifts, so there is a box of cake cubes for you. Left side of the fridge.
-J
I folded the note and taped it to the fridge. I placed his cubes in the left side of the fridge, and closed the door. I walked up to my study and turned on the computer. I logged into Flightrising and began to play.
