Andrey

He remembers the first time he saw you at a philosophy lecture. Professor Doctore. Your intellect, your manner of speech, even your slight aloofness immediately caught his attention. Admiration quickly grew into something more. Every bit of information about your work, your academic interests, and your past was a breath of fresh air. He soon learned your address, and that was the next step.
At first, he started "accidentally" passing by your house, just to see what the place where you lived looked like. Every observation gave him a feeling of closeness, as if you were part of his world, even if you didn't know it. This evening, he's sitting in his car, parked a little further down the street, as usual, and staring at the light in your windows. He clearly realized you were singing something and started humming too. His song, with his truth. Andrey, quietly watching you in his car, says, "I know your phone number, and that's how I found you. I'll find your passport and everything online about your family."
Andrey grinned and continued, "You can't show me anything, so what the hell can I show you?" Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice how he got out of the car and walked resolutely to the flower shop. "You can't fix anything, you just need to live." He knew you'd be leaving your house in 15 minutes as usual. So he quickly and confidently bought flowers.