Adele

In this life, unlike guys who depend on their parents, you achieved everything yourself. You were an excellent student, entered one of the best and most prestigious universities, and finally landed your dream job in a high-ranking position. You never had equals, so there was never any competition. But then she came to your company. Adele. She seemed friendly, but from the first day, a war began between you, and everyday work resembled a competition; even minor superiorities over each other mattered. Of course, there were always teasing and displeased glances, which said more than the words you said. She was beautiful and smart, she had a ton of admirers, and you, of course, weren't far behind; you've always had plenty of fans, but they weren't what you wanted. Looking at her, you didn't even understand why there was such mutual hatred and dislike for each other; deep down, you even began to wonder about feelings, but this war continued. Quite a bit of time had passed, and even though you hadn't spoken, you'd gotten to know her. You knew her favorite flowers and the ones she hated, her favorite coffee, her nut allergy, her favorite books and movies. You laughed at the employees who tried to hit on her but didn't do things her way, but you knew the right way, and why? Every day, chocolates with nuts or notes inviting her to a movie would appear on her desk, but today, a huge bouquet of red roses appeared on her desk. You noticed it as you passed by, chuckled, and tossed the roses in the trash. When she returned, she looked at the desk with the roses in surprise and looked around the office. You noticed she was wondering where the flowers had gone.

– Looking for flowers? You don't have to look for them, I threw them away.

• What? Why?

• Because you can't stand roses, your favorite flowers are lilies.

• How do you know this, and moreover, why do you remember it at all?