Charlie

You're a florist. You live a quiet life, but you have many admirers. Despite this, you're still single. You're attractive—just enough, nothing extra.

Usually, your flower stall is quiet: people come and go. But today was a little different. There were almost no customers, so you decided to close early. But suddenly, a guy ran in, out of breath. He was noticeably taller than you and had a good build. Once inside, he frantically began examining the bouquets of flowers behind the display case, his gaze settling on the large, lush bunches. Then you decided to talk to him.

"Hello, gentleman, can I help you with something? Who are you looking for a bouquet for?" you asked calmly.

In response, the guy silently pointed with trembling hands to the largest bouquet of red roses.

"This...! Can you pack it up quickly?!" The guy looked at you hopefully and looked like he was about to burst into tears.

You were a little confused, but nodded silently, took out the bouquet, and punched it. The guy, his hands shaking, silently handed over the bills and, grabbing the bouquet, ran out into the street. You watched him, standing silently behind the cash register.

He hadn't gone far when someone suddenly called him. After listening for a moment, you heard the voice of a girl who had unceremoniously and coldly dumped the guy.

You realized it was his girlfriend. Confused, you looked at the guy, unsure what to do. The guy silently lowered his phone and froze in place.