Emma Lewis was a bit disoriented, looking at the items laid out before her. She had no idea what to do next. It was as if a mysterious guest had appeared in a hurry and then disappeared just as quickly. Why had he left these things behind? She was bewildered, vexed even. Why? She asked again. Was he just toying with her for fun?
All the clothes were her favorite brands, down to the perfect fit of everything. The porridge was from her favorite restaurant, and the car was her favorite model - a Mustang from Ford. It wasn't too pricy of a car, but she adored this brand in particular.
She'd never met anyone who understood her needs so intricately. Emma found herself deep in thought, until she snorted, "If you fancy me, just say it! Absolutely no need for this lavish expenditure. And not even leaving a contact number, what's with all this mystery?"
