#ask:trent

He did not expect this, not at all. Yet, he wasn’t all that fazed when he got a hold of the extraordinary present. Who could be cheesy enough to send something like that, he had no idea. Nobody in school liked him enough to go that far, unless it was some kind of joke he had walked right into.

“What’s that?” a voice from the kitchen burst his little bubble. His father, Max, casually snooping around like he did every so often. Trent, in response, did nothing but lift the cute bouquet in the air. The immortal man seemed to be even more unamused by it, simply raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Apparently someone loves me,” Trent said, reading the card.

“Someone other than me? I thought I was the only one who could stand you-”

“You’re just jealous that I have one secret admirer more than you.”

That’s the thing about Trent: he loved surprises. The unknown and unexpected called to him like the light to a moth. He didn’t think it through before taking the clay bottle in his hands to examine it with a smile, soft fingers running through its lenght like he was reading braille. “Where’d you come from?”, he asked aloud, like the foreign object could actually answer.

That’s when he noticed the inscription.