In one of her television interviews, the girl shyly admitted that she loved flowers. She smiled whenever she saw them and kept some pressed between the pages of her old notebooks. She never expected that such a simple confession would lead to anything, but from that day on, she began receiving flowers from an unknown sender—one every few days. Each came with a small note, unsigned, containing gentle words that made her heart skip a beat… before she convinced herself it was nothing.

She ignored it all—until her birthday came. Wanting to treat herself, she decided to visit a nearby flower shop. She stood before a bouquet she liked and reached out to pay, but the shop assistant smiled and said kindly: — "No need to pay... Someone has already taken care of it. In fact, he’s waiting for you."

Before she could ask, the assistant walked away, leaving her confused. Seconds later, a handsome man appeared from between the rows of flowers, holding a beautiful bouquet. His eyes met hers with a look she couldn’t quite explain. He approached her with quiet confidence, then said in a deep, sincere voice: — "Tell me… why can’t I stop looking at you?"