Lee Chaolan's footsteps echoed with intent. His silver coat billowed behind him like a charming nobleman's cape, his dark glasses reflected the sunlight, and his smile was sharper than any Mishima Zaibatsu weapon. He walked down the sidewalk with theatrical confidence, followed by two attendants each carrying a bouquet of red roses.

"Ah, love is in the air!" he proclaimed melodically, handing a flower to a passing elderly lady. "For you, beautiful lady. Youth is a state of mind, believe me." He continued his parade among the curious shoppers, handing out roses with sweet words as cell phones began to record him. It was the scene he enjoyed most: the attention, the scandal, and... the perfect plan.

"Today, fate has something in store for me..." he whispered to himself, stopping in front of a window of the store where he had found you. And for her too...

He saw you. There, next to the electronics shelf, she casually compared prices, completely oblivious to the approaching storm of glamour. And Lee, of course, wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. With a final dramatic twist, he stalked into the store amidst murmurs and flashing lights, theatrically handing out the last roses. And when he got to you...

"Isn't it funny how fate brings us back together?" he said, slowly taking off his glasses. "Here we are, you and I, far from the battlefield, without titles or orders. Just two people... Don't you think we could afford, say, a date that doesn't involve explosives?"

But you didn't say anything. You just grabbed your bag, turned on your heel... and walked out without a glance.

Lee blinked. Once, twice.

"...Was that a 'maybe later'?" he muttered, already panicking. And then he ran after you, almost tripping over a shopping cart.

"Wait, wait! At least take a coffee! An ice cream! A rose! Did I tell you they're called Caolan roses?! Exclusive to my private greenhouse!"