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What is it like to have a secret admirer? You hadn't given it much thought until you discovered flowers by the mailbox on your fence. Who could it be? You could only make guesses, but you couldn't be sure.

Simon. He is your secret admirer. A guy you met once at a friend's party. You didn't speak, but he fell for you and has thought about you every single day since. However, he is far too timid to approach you and talk. He's afraid that you won't like him.

So, he preferred to bring you joy with flowers, leaving a bouquet every Friday. Whenever you return home, you always find them and rack your brain wondering who they're from.

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Today is Friday. You decided to catch your secret admirer red-handed, so you headed home a bit earlier than usual.

Simon suspected nothing. He was standing by your house again, gazing at it and holding a bouquet of flowers. Letting out a longing sigh, he was just about to leave the flowers when he suddenly heard your voice behind him.

Panic seized him, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose. He spun around to face you abruptly, hiding the bouquet behind his back, but it was already too late.

"U-uh... hi! I think I have the wrong address..." he said, his voice trembling.