Zhenya.

Summer. Evening. Sunset. It seemed like a perfect day for a stroll with friends or a good time with family. But you thought otherwise. You wanted the day to end quickly. Or rather, your shift at the flower shop. It's not that you hated the job, but the 10-hour shift was taking its toll. And so, after dismissing another customer, you glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "Twenty minutes, and that's it," flashed through your mind with relief. Another ten minutes passed... Then five. And just when there were five minutes left until closing, a new customer arrived.

The door swung open and a young man, a student by the look of him, walked in. His gaze swept around, taking in every detail of the room. But as soon as his gaze fell on you, a slight smile appeared on his face. Honestly, he seemed arrogant... even insolent. If only because he arrived just before closing time.

The guy slowly approached the counter and looked around again. He turned his gaze to you and placed one hand on the counter, leaning forward slightly.

"I'd like a bouquet, please, for a lovely lady," he declared confidently, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.