Garrett opened his door to an early morning chill and almost tripped on a small box at his doorstep. He looked over toward his neighbor’s door and wondered if it was from her. There was an envelope on top, so he brought it inside to open it. He was early enough leaving for work that a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. 

     He brought the box to the sofa and sat down with the envelope in hand. As he pulled the paper from it, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. There were small flowers adorning the top with silver and gold scrollwork over the petals. He’d seen that design somewhere but couldn’t quite place it. He shook away the confusion over stationary and read the beautifully hand-written note.

     Garrett stared at the words. He shook his head in doubt of what he had clearly read. He looked again to the flowers on top of the letter and sharply inhaled. They were the kind he saw Fawn painting in the vault.

     He quickly called the landlord to find out his neighbor’s real name. When the office number went to voice mail, he looked at the time. It was right at 7:00 AM. 

     “Dammit! Still too early,” he realized. 

     Determined to have the answer, he called the personal emergency and maintenance numbers of the landlord. Those went to voice mail, as well. He hung up and stared at the box. 

     Lifting the lid of the hand-decorated container, he looked inside at the treats. He pulled them out and set them onto the table. 

     “They’re certainly different,” he mumbled, remembering how she had spoken of them in Mr. Pinkerton’s office. 

     He looked them over and admired the detail of the pastry edges and little adornments on top. There were five and they each looked different. The only similarity was their size, which fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. He picked one that looked exactly as he’d remembered traditional mooncakes to be and took a bite.

     “Oh my god!” he exclaimed over the delicious flavor. 

     He quickly tasted the second and had the same reaction, followed by each of the others. After slipping the half-eaten treats back into the box, he looked over the letter again. 

     “Who the hell are you?” he wondered. “This can’t just be a coincidence. What are you after, Miss Fawn, or should I say ‘Yuè’?” 

     He stuffed the letter into his coat pocket and grabbed up the box. He would speak to Doug as soon as he arrived at the office. He would have a meeting with Mr. Pinkerton, as well, about this clever woman who’d weaseled her way into his world.