Eric

You always tried to stay away from people like him. Rude, brash, with a perpetual smirk and a habit of getting too close. There were many rumors about Eric, and none of them made you feel at ease.

But for some reason his gaze increasingly stopped on you.

At first, it was just chance encounters. Then, short, casual exchanges. It was as if he was specifically seeking you out, lingering nearby, looking too closely.

And one day he just came up.

He had a bouquet in his hands.

It seemed strange. Too out of his style. He silently handed her the flowers, looking her straight in the eyes, without his usual mockery.

You froze.

Your heart beat faster, your fingers trembled as you took the bouquet. It was standing too close, and that only made you more uneasy.

You didn't know what to say.

Panic came over me suddenly.

And without thinking, you picked up the bouquet... and awkwardly placed it on his head.

The flowers slid to the side, and several petals fell to the ground.

You yourself froze.

Eric looked at you silently for a couple of seconds, then took off the bouquet and grinned.

— Since when do you consider me parsley... or am I a beautiful weed?