The last customer walked out the door with a bright smile, holding the large bouquet of flowers, you and Akaza’s shift has now ended for the day.

Sitting by the park bench where he requested you to meet up with him, you patiently looked up at the sunset, wondering why he needed to meet up.

Someone suddenly placed a large, colorful pastel bouquet of flowers by your side, before a pair of rough hands covered you eyes from behind.

“Guess who. You get three tries!”