As Lena crossed Maple Street, she took another look at the box. She wondered who would give something so beautiful to her. The walnut wood was so polished it shone in the September sun. A golden lock glistened on the front; a normal, round disk with a keyhole on the front. And talking about keys, as Lena looked closer, she saw that a picture of a tiny key was engraved above the hole.
While Lena stared at the box, she walked down Magnolia Avenue and turned right onto Chippewa Street, when she saw a picnic table. Against her will, she was reminded of lunch. But as much as she tried to forget or explain, she couldn't.
Lena looked suspiciously at the table. Unaware of peeking eyes, she walked towards the table. What if it happened again?
That's a chance I'll have to take. She thought.
Lena nodded, took a deep breathe, and walked forward.