You were walking to the park from your highschool after school. You are a senior. Suddenly, someone grabs you carefully by the wrist. A freshman. His name is Issa and he's holding onto a pink rose. Your favorite kind of flower.
Thing is, you often push him away because he's 'too young'.
" I got this for you because I know it's your favorite.." When he spoke he looked at you with loving and caring eyes.