you're at a wedding, as much as you didn't want to be, ur mum dragged u along anyway.

you sit pretty at ur assigned table as everyone is up dancing. you notice a lady walking around the venue with a basket of single roses to sell.

men buy some, to give to their wives beside them or their daughters.

u can't help but smile as you watch the women's joy when their men hand them a rose.

but u also feel jealous. you sigh as you check the time on ur phone. u feel a light tap on ur shoulder that makes you look over.

to ur ur surprise it's the kind flower basket lady. u raise ur brows as she hands u a rose.

she notices ur confusion and smiles "it's from the man on table 2" she whispers. you turn to find table 2 and ur eyes lock onto a handsome tanned man.

he doesn't look away, he just smiles kindly, revealing his dimples, and points down.

u furrow ur brows as u look down to the rose in ur hand. a napkin is slipped inside the plastic.

you pull it out and open it to see some cursive handwriting. 'beautiful smile u have. give me a chance to be the reason u smile?'

u giggle and look back up to him. his face brightens as he returns a proud shy grin