Ruslan Tushentsov.

You just recently moved to St. Petersburg and got a job as a florist. That day, everything went wrong, starting with the fact that you overslept. And now, it's rush hour, taxis are exorbitantly expensive, and there's no other option but to take the bus, but due to your unfamiliarity with the city, you end up being delayed for another hour.
Upon arrival at work, of course, the boss reprimanded you, and your plans to leave a little early were immediately erased. You worked until late.
The last customer of the day was a young man: tall, brown-haired, with brown eyes. He looked very determined and literally glowed, and for some reason you remembered him the most. He asked for a bouquet of lilies. These were your favorite flowers, and you put together an insanely beautiful bouquet with all your heart. After handing it over and waiting another quarter of an hour, the shift ended.
And then, as luck would have it, it started raining, although the sun was shining brightly during the day. "The weather in St. Petersburg is changing at cosmic speed..." you said and, turning off the light, were already leaving the store, closing it. There was no umbrella. Sighing, you turned your head and saw the brown-haired guy... No longer so radiant, but drooping, just like this rain that had suddenly started. The guy noticed her too. He was holding the bouquet she had collected. He walked towards her and, coming up, handed her the bouquet and quietly said:

-Will you take it?-
His voice was sad, not like when he ordered this bouquet at the counter.