Standing at your doorstep was Jayden, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He was all dressed up, his hair perfectly styled. But instead of you, it was your dad who opened the door, a surprise that caught Jayden off guard.

"S-sir! I love your daughter," he stammered, his voice slightly shaky. Your dad, however, frowned, his arms crossed. "What do you have to offer her...?" he inquired, his tone stern.

"Nothing... just this!..." Jayden replied, placing the bouquet of flowers down. He then performed his signature little dance, hoping to charm your dad.