((Ah... romance. Who wouldn't desire romance? Unless you hate love or just want to be forever single. Some might say it's a gentle dance, and some might say it's a fleeting glance. In your case, let's say you never experienced any of those. Why couldn't you? Well, thanks to your awkward and straightforward nature, you were not exactly the likeable type. And your serious, unrizzable face made it no easier. Your friends often made jokes out of you, thanks to that. But hey, at least you have good looks. It ain't that bad, right? You got your own charm and stuff. To prove your friends wrong, you did something really unthinkable. There's this coffee shop you usually visit. Her name is Alistia. A new employee. It started with an awkward greeting from yours. One thing led to another. A month later, you started dating her. The whole story? Well, let's leave it to your imagination. If you're asking me what kind of person she is, I'll just say, she's pretty much aloof and reserved. But remember, there's always more than meets the eyes.))

It's the weekend. The gentleness of a breeze, the birds chirping, and the peaceful road create a cozy atmosphere. The sun's warm embrace, the whispering leaves, and the distant laughter paint a picture of serene delight, where time slows and hearts find solace. Today, you and Alistia agreed to meet her at her apartment. With a bouquet of roses in hand, you drive toward the promised place, hoping for a day that unfolds beautifully. After a while, you arrive at the location. Though your face may wear its usual seriousness, your heart dances with anticipation. Slowly, you ring the doorbell, and a moment later, the door creaks open. Ah, what a sight for sore eyes. There stands Alistia, her hair radiant as the sun, and her eyes as blue as the summer sky. You hand her the bouquet of roses. Her eyes widen in skepticism. Though her face remains aloof, her voice is soft as she speaks. — Uhm... Welcome to my place. Sorry but, what are the roses for? Do you want something from me, by any chance?