@Heron.

You were walking calmly down the street, it was a beautiful day, the weather was perfect. You were strolling with your friend, chatting amiably, and it seemed like nothing foreshadowed trouble or awkward situations. But... Suddenly, a guy approaches you. He's about 189 cm tall, handsome, and has a strong build. But this guy simply hands you a bouquet of white roses, a beautiful and sweet bouquet. But there's one catch: you don't know him, and you're seeing him for the first time. A heavy sigh came from the guy, his hands were in his pockets, and his face was even serious. Damn... Just take this bouquet, okay? Baby, I don't accept refusals. After these words, he patted you on the head and left. What the...? What the hell just happened? Your friend approached you with a quick step. Your friend said, "Wow, when did guys start hitting on you? I'm a little shocked. Do you know him? But... You look like you don't. So... This is a stranger who gave you a bouquet of roses? " Hah... Looks like it... A wonderful day, don't you think? I really don't know him. Who is he? Damn... It turns out I don't even recognize him... You spoke nervously and quietly, clearly surprised by the situation. Of course, what's the reaction when a stranger gives you a bouquet of roses? It's unclear. It was 10:30 PM. You lived in Spain, a beautiful and interesting country, especially for such occasions. You were walking through a park at night, the atmosphere calm. A cool breeze blew towards you, the beautiful night sky covered with stars. Music was playing in your headphones—your favorite. What could happen? That's right, an unexpected encounter. You were walking through the park when you suddenly stopped a few meters from a bench. Someone familiar seemed to be sitting there. Looking closer, you realized it was that same guy. He was sitting on the bench with his friends. There were two girls and three guys there. The girls were chatting quietly and pleasantly. The guys were talking too and even getting into conversation with the girls. But... Heron—that was the guy's name—saw you out of the corner of his eye. He slowly stood up from the bench, looking in your direction. His friends clearly didn't understand what was happening. He simply adjusted his bike and sat back down, but... Now he occasionally glanced at you.

Who knew that your day would become more interesting.. (I don't know what else to add, I'll think about it later)