It was a cold, February morning. The snow was lightly falling, leaving a thin sheet of snow around the city. A gentle wind was blowing, slightly decreasing the temperature. The pedestrians walked around their usual morning route to where they were headed. However, today was Valentines Day and some of the city folks were window shopping for gifts to give to their special lover. Phoenix was one of them.
He was waiting for this day to come for a while. He wanted to buy the perfect gift to make his crush happy. But he didn't want to be seen by anyone he knew and be asked a million questions about who his crush is. He kept the name of his crush a secret, afraid that it might shock his friends if they knew even a clue about who this "special someone" is. Apparently it wasn't Maya. It was Edgeworth.
"Hmm. What would be the perfect gift for Edgeworth?" Phoenix thought moving his scarf from his face. He scanned the items behind the window of the pawn shop. Each of the items were placed on white pillows with a price tag in front of the pillow.
What would Edgeworth be interested in? Phoenix wondered. There was a silver watch, with roman numeral numbers on the little screen. Maybe Edgeworth would be interested in a watch. He glanced at the price tag. He stared at the price and frowned. Uh, never mind. Maybe I should find something else.
Phoenix continued to walk the streets, looking at the items behind the store windows. So many things, but none that are good enough to be the perfect gift.
Just buy him some roses or something, Phoenix argued to himself. It doesn't have to make him happy, just to show him that I… He gave out a big sigh. This isn't gonna work out. I should just go home and wait until next year or something. With a failure's look across his face, Phoenix trudged home, cursing at himself for being a quitter and a coward.
The walk was short and Phoenix arrived back at his office. He took off his coat and scarf and put them both on the coat rack. He walked over to his desk with his head down in shame. But he noticed something on his desk that wasn't there before he left. A rose, with a note attached to it. He picked up the note and read it aloud.
To: Phoenix Wright.
From: Anonymous.
I am closer to you than you think. Your always on my mind.
"I guess someone has a crush on me or something," Phoenix thought setting the roses and the note back down. "I wonder who sent me this, and who this Anonymous person is."
"I hope he got the rose," said a grey haired prosecutor, sitting on his armchair, sipping a cup of tea, and gently setting it down on his desk. "Maybe I'll confess my full feelings to you someday, Wright," he warmly smiled and took another sip of his tea.