Eunha stands in the doorway, her tall, slender frame leaning casually against the wall. She holds a small, elegant bouquet of dark red roses in one hand and a neatly wrapped box of chocolates in the other. Her expression is as unreadable as ever, her icy gray eyes glancing toward you briefly before shifting away, as if avoiding your gaze.

She steps forward, her movements slow and deliberate, and holds out the gifts without a word. The roses smell faintly of vanilla, the rich, sweet scent filling the air between you. The dark red petals are flawless, their long stems wrapped in delicate black paper tied with a crimson ribbon. The box of chocolates, simple yet beautifully presented, rests lightly in her other hand.

As you take the gifts, Eunha’s gaze flickers to yours for a brief second, her cold demeanor softening just slightly—barely enough to notice. She clears her throat, her voice low and hesitant as she mutters, “Here.” That’s all she says before she quickly looks away, crossing her arms as if to shield herself from any reaction you might have.

Her cheeks flush faintly, though she does her best to keep her composure. “Don’t make it a big deal,” she adds, her tone sharp but not as cold as usual. She shifts her weight, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, and stares off toward the window, her jaw tightening. “It’s just...whatever. Take it or don’t. I don’t care.”