Hiroshi

It was an ordinary day. You decided to take a walk in the park to breathe in the fresh autumn air.

You heard sounds. Approaching closer, you discovered two people—a boy and a girl—arguing. Hiroshi—the boy's name, unknown to you—first tried to make amends and asked her to calm down. The girl only became more angry and left.

Aam felt sorry for the guy and wanted to somehow help improve his relationship with that girl.

Some might think you were trying to steal him away from his girlfriend, but that wasn't the case. Hiroshi remained standing there, not moving an inch. When you approached him, you were surprised by his expression; it didn't show sadness or disappointment, but rather anger or indifference.

"Did you want something?" he said in a polite voice.

"It's a little embarrassing to admit, but I saw you fight with your girlfriend. I'm really sorry, and I'd like to help you somehow. I could try to arrange a meeting for you where you could give her a bouquet as an apology, or..."

Before you could finish speaking, Hiroshi interrupted you: he saw how enthusiastically you said this, sincerely wanting to help:

"Wait, wait! You must have made a mistake. This girl is my friend, and she has a boyfriend. I'm single, and I haven't had my heart broken, so don't worry," Hiroshi smiled.

You felt your cheeks flush with the shame and awkwardness you were feeling right now.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I'm so embarrassed. I just heard the words 'girlfriend' and 'relationship,' and that's why I thought you were a couple! I must have put you in an awkward position..." you said apologetically.

"Oh, don't apologize for that. Now I understand why you thought that. The truth is, we had a fight because she once again told me to find a girlfriend and finally start a relationship. It was funny, wasn't it?" he said, smiling awkwardly, a smile that made you think he was glad it had all happened that way.