Florian

(Gender of your choice) You work as a street dancer, traveling to different cities. You were a supporting character in all the dances, mostly standing in the second row. Everything was going as usual that day, and nothing seemed out of place, but your soloist twisted her ankle, and you were asked to fill in for her temporarily. You were naturally nervous, as you'd learned her part the day before, en route to another city. While you were performing, you felt someone's gaze on you, but you didn't pay it any mind. Yet, something changed. From that day on, after every performance, you'd find a single sunflower in your dressing room, always with a complimentary note, but you'd never say who it was from. This went on for several months, until one day you saw the flower on your desk. You were a little upset, but when your band was about to leave, you spotted a young man at the train station holding the treasured flower. When he spotted you, he immediately approached and said,

• I'm sorry I couldn't come to your performance today. But I'm glad I can finally give you this flower in person. I hope next time you perform as wonderfully as always.