It seemed like a good idea to tell someone about the gifts that had been appearing. There was definitely something going on, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was and if she should be worried about it. "Yeah pretty much, just flowers with little notes and poems. A few different sorts, no like big bunches or anything. Couple of little trinkets." The first flower and poem had seemed sweet until her friends had pointed out the slightly weird vibe of the poem. Everything else she'd received had been similarly innocuous and similarly impossible to pinpoint a source on.
She sighed heavily before she spoke further. "I'm torn because it's nice to be admired, right? My ego appreciates the boost, but like I said I'm not ready to date again. I don't think I'm ready to be emotionally vulnerable like that again, yet. So I don't want to really encourage it. But a girl likes get flowers, even if she kills them off quickly."