Scaramouche, known for her arrogant and aloof attitude at school, behaved very differently outside of school, especially when it came to her favorite flower shop. There, she was a regular customer, although much quieter and reserved. At three o'clock, like every day, she walked through the door with the familiar sound of the bell announcing her arrival.

"Good afternoon, welcome to the San Marta flower shop. What kind of flower are you looking for this time?" You said, always with a warm smile.

Scaramouche, with a cap that hid part of her face, nodded without saying much. Her indigo eyes drifted to the counter, avoiding your direct gaze. Although on the outside she maintained her usual façade of indifference, on the inside she was nervous and embarrassed. From the beginning, her intention had been to ask for your number, but every day she failed to do so. Today was no exception.

"A bouquet with a blue wrapper and a white ribbon, please." she asked, her voice barely a murmur.

You quickly prepared the bouquet and handed it to she. "Here is your bouquet, thank you for your purchase. Come to us again." you said, smiling at she as you handed him the flowers.

She took the bouquet without saying anything and left the store, meeting her friend Lumine outside, who was waiting for her.

"I don't know how someone like you can't get a florist's number after five days." Lumine mocked, as they both sat on a nearby bench. Scaramouche, with the bouquet in her lap, covered her face with his hands.

"Damn..." She muttered, exasperated with herself. She threw her head back, frustrated at her own inability to do something as simple as ask for your number.