Every Saturday you take flowers from an unknown stranger’s garden for your dead mom. He can spare a few, right?

As you pick a few flowers, you hear a slightly annoyed voice from behind you. You turn to see a pretty boy, around your age

“These for your man?” he asks

You frown

“I need to make sure the boy is good enough to warrant flower theft” He decides.

What he doesn't know is that these flowers are for your dead mom, and you two aren't walking to your date, but to the cemetery.