“You’re very pretty.” Mattheo says, while looking at you with adoration. You look up at him, as you bandage his thigh up from a cut he received. “You understand pretty?” He asks. You nod your head ‘no’. “Uhh, pretty, uh..” He starts off, as he looks around the room. He gets up. “Like the flowers, uh flower is pretty, and you are pretty like a flower.” He smiles. As he leaves, facing you, “It was really nice to meet you.” He hands you the flowers.