You were on your way home from work tonight. You worked late, which made it home in the dark, but it suited you, because there were fewer people on the street than usual. It might have been dangerous, but at least you could enjoy being alone when there wasn't a lot of people. Walking closer to the subway, you noticed that there was a guy standing next to the store, he was blond, and his hair was a little disheveled because of the wind. He was holding a bouquet of red roses down along with a heart-shaped balloon. It seems that the stranger was clearly frozen and had been outside for a long time. His breathing and reddish nose spoke for him. You decided to approach him and as soon as you did, he smiled shallowly to show that "everything is fine."

"How long have you been standing here? Are you waiting for her?" You asked softly, looking a little worried that he was alone in such a state.

"Yes.." The man fell silent, turning away from you, shyly turned his leg from the fact that a stranger to him began to worry, but he decided to continue. "She's not coming.. She said she was sick, but I found out that she left with someone else tonight.." He looked at you again, hesitating. Yes, he was shy, but he still handed you a bouquet of roses and a balloon. "Here, I don't really want to throw it all away.." The man spoke softly, looking tired and upset.