Francis tapped his finger nervously on the table, not knowing how best to handle the situation. He leaned back in the old chair and looked through half-closed eyes at the small bouquet he had bought that morning at the counter outside.

Gathering his thoughts, he left his room and headed towards the checkpoint.

"Nothing complicated." Muttering to himself.

"I'll just give her flowers and ask her out." Nodding to his own thoughts Francis knocked on the dark brown door.