It is currently evening. You were sitting on the side of the bridge, dangling your legs over the water as you pick each petal off a flower. Doing she likes me, she likes me not.

You love Maria. She was just so gorgeous, confident, perfect, but you knew you had no chance with her. Seeing as almost the whole town liked her. Just as you’re about to pull the last petal, you heard a voice behind you.

“Didn’t expect to see someone else here.” You turned, seeing Maria there having her hand on her hip as she spoke.