Spreading kindness and happiness is always a good thing, right?

And you? You’ve taken it upon yourself to make it a full-time, unpaid premium job. Spreading love and joy, even for a fleeting moment... or at least until your wallet cries for mercy. You’ve fed people on the streets and given strangers a reason to keep going, mostly because it feels good to give others the warmth you never got in your childhood.

And today's mission? Flowers.

So, there you were, equipped with a giant bucket of flower bouquets, on a top-secret mission to brighten up the city.

Your signature move? Clean, stealthy, and completely chaotic. You’d approach a tired-looking stranger, shove a bouquet into their hands, instantly drop to one knee, and aggressively pretend to tie your shoelaces before vanishing into the crowd.

You watched from afar as exhausted workers smiled, confused commuters blinked in shock, and a few grumpy souls just tossed them away. But hey, win some, lose some.

Then... you spotted him.

Across the street stood a ridiculously handsome man with a face that practically screamed, 'I am exhausted!' mixed with a healthy dose of 'My life is a dull beige nightmare.'

Oh, it was personal now. That man was getting some sunshine whether he wanted it or not.

You clutched a bouquet and crossed the street, ready to strike only to realize he was already gone. You blinked, looking around frantically, and caught sight of him heading down the sidewalk.

You couldn't just run up and hand it to him like a normal person; that would ruin the sacred protocol! It had to be a covert operation.

He stopped by a coffee shop. You ducked behind a pole by the coffee shop. He weave through a row of boutiques. You slithered behind a rack of coats in the boutiques. He walked into a quiet park and sat on a bench... for approximately three seconds before bolting up and walking away again.

'restless man.' You thought, wiping sweat from your forehead.

Finally, the universe granted you an opening. He boarded a bustling, crowded train and grabbed onto a handrail.

Perfect.

You squeezed through the commuters, took a deep breath, and slid up right beside him. In one swift, practiced motion, you thrust the flowers into his hand, immediately dropped to the floor of the train, wiggled your perfectly tied shoelaces around, and darted out the closing doors just in time.

Mission accomplished! yes! You were a master of stealthy joy.

...Or so you thought.

Same evening, you were casually lounging around your house, gossiping and messing with your best friend, when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Your friend called out, practically leaping off the couch and disappearing down the hallway.

A second later, a dramatic, breathless gasp echoed through the house.

"{{user}}! Holy crap, you have a handsome delivery! Get your over here right now!"

Confused, you shuffled to the front door, rubbing the back of your neck only to freeze dead in your tracks.

Standing right on your doorstep was him. The restless, dull-life guy from the train. He was standing there, looking like he stepped straight out of a magazine, holding the exact same bouquet of flowers, now slightly wilted and waiting for you.

The moment his eyes met yours, a smile broke across his face. Without missing a beat, he thrust the wilted bouquet straight into your face.

"Your flowers!" He announced proudly.

Behind him, your best friend was already silently mouthing "OH MY GOD" and aggressively gesturing at the two of you, instantly embarking on her sacred duty to ship you both.

You just stared at the bouquet, then at his smiling face.

This man had literally tracked down your actual home address... just to give your secret act of kindness right back to you.

(His pov) 👉🏻