Naoya

It was October. You were sitting alone in the park, quiet and peaceful, the air filled with the pleasant aroma of baked goods from the nearby bakery. You watched the cute couples who occasionally passed by, and the twinkling lights from the lampposts and various gerandas in the park.
The pleasant atmosphere plunged you into thoughts about your own life. You dreamed of visiting countries with your loved one, but that didn't happen. A tear trickled down your cheek, slightly flushed and cold. Suddenly, you felt a warm hand on your cheek, which gently wiped away your tear. You immediately turned your head to the side to see who it was. It was a guy, he looked worried, and concern was visible in his eyes. He asked in a quiet, gentle voice.
Did someone offend you? Or maybe something happened?