There is a Basket outside of Cross' door. It is woven with a semi-transparent wrapping tied over the top of it. When unwrapped there is a brown bag of local grown, and roasted, coffee beans. Beside it is a box grinder with a brass handle for hand-grinding those beans.
There is no note, but a pink flower symbol sits on the front.
The door to his city-assigned townhome opening, Cross, lethargy weighing his legs, took belabored steps through the entrance to begin his work for the day. His mind overcast with indistinct thoughts, the giftbasket nearly slipped under his periphery if not for the splash of pink shining a beacon of color thought his mind's fog. Stopping, he stared down at it, hesitating for a moment before crouching down to inspect the basket.
「Coffee?」
Gingerly, he cupped the basket in both hands and stood up, the wrapping crinkling lightly beneath his palms as he tilted it at various angles. He found no note or explanation, but the innocent, gentle hue of the flower symbol reminded him of the pinks in the Valentine's display he had seen. His thoughts connecting, he recalled Yuuji's words about the holiday: that it was a time for giving the people one admires and appreciates gifts.
Cross glanced around but found nobody in sight, and so his eyes dropped again to the gift. Within his chest, a small hope budded in his heart, and he smiled lightly.
Appreciation warming his soul, he bowed to the world in front of him, to nobody in particular and to everybody of this land. He then stepped back into the townhome to use his gift.
