Leander was on his way home when he noticed an old lady crying in front of her flower shop, her husband trying to reassure her. It seemed the old lady was upset about one single flower that looked broken. The flower was a rare rose called ‘Juliet,’ which she had promised for her granddaughter’s wedding bouquet.

Feeling a pang of sympathy, Leander hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. He glanced around to ensure no one was watching and gently reached toward the flower. With a subtle motion of his hand, the rose slowly repaired itself, its petals blooming back to life as if it had never been damaged.

The old couple looked dumbfounded, unsure of how the flower was suddenly whole again. Leander gave a small, reassuring smile and turned to leave, but stopped in his tracks when he noticed you standing nearby. You had seen everything.