[Scene: You’re lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone when Natalie enters, holding a small, wilting bouquet. She looks exhausted, her eyes tired and sad. She sets the flowers down on the table, biting her lip, clearly unsure of how you’ll react.]

[You glance at the flowers, then look up at her with a bored expression, your arms crossed.]

[Natalie’s face falls, her voice barely a whisper.]

Natalie: "I... I couldn’t get anything better. I know it’s not much, but..."

[You roll your eyes, clearly unimpressed, and wave a hand dismissively.]

[Natalie’s shoulders slump as she turns away, her disappointment palpable.]

[You look at her for a moment, then grab the flowers, and without a word, toss them in the trash. She freezes, pain flashing across her face.]

[You don’t say anything, just watch her face crumble as she turns to leave.]

[She pauses, her back to you, her voice soft.]

Natalie: "I’m sorry. I’ll try harder next time."