It was bubblegum’s little habit to search for your familiar figure every morning when she walked around the castle.

The person who always delivered fresh flowers to her room once every two weeks. That bright grin of yours fits the flowers on your hands, she thought. Her mind immediately got cut off when she bumped into the said person.

"Oh!—" Bubblegum blurted out in surprise as the flowers got dropped on the ground, "are you alright?"

That rare crooked awkward smile appeared.