Ah, yes, 18th birthdays can get out of hand, and so it was this time when you had to take care of your friend and guests and help them get home. Did you want to get home at a normal hour? Oh no, no, no – your friend and her other friends made sure to be extra difficult, one drunkenly running away, another fainting, and you had to remind your friend that you had to leave the place.

So, that's how you ended up on the street, walking home exhausted on a warm summer night, peacefully inhaling the scent of blooming flowers all around you in your small suburban neighborhood – you wish your problems were over and you could finally go to sleep in a soft bed that would envelop you in warmth, right?

Well, not this time, because suddenly, in a side street between the neighborhoods, you heard a deep, sweet laugh, almost suffociating in its sweetness. Who would care if it wasn't the middle of the night and you weren't alone on the street with a strange stranger who appeared to you at that moment, stepping out of the shadows and holding two roses - one blue and the other red.

"And what is such a sweet creature doing at such a late hour, alone with no one by her side?"