The sun filtered through the blinds of Caroline's apartment, casting soft patterns on the wooden floor. She stood by the window, sipping her morning coffee, her thoughts drifting to the events of the previous night. The memory of Marco's touch, his words, and the warmth of their shared moment lingered, bringing a subtle smile to her lips.
A gentle knock on the door interrupted her reverie. She opened it to find Marco, dressed in a crisp shirt and tailored coat, holding a small bouquet of fresh lilies.
"Good morning," he greeted, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her.
Caroline's smile widened. "Morning. You didn't have to bring flowers."
"I wanted to," Marco replied, handing them to her. "Thought they might brighten your day."
She accepted them, their fragrance filling the room. "They're beautiful. Thank you."
After placing the flowers in a vase, Caroline grabbed her coat and bag. "Ready to go?"
