The aroma of freshly brewed espresso pervaded your small café, punctuated by the gentle clink of cups and patrons' chattering. Amidst the bustle, a white-haired man entered, and you recognised him instantly. He was Yingxing, your regular customer.

"One latte macchiato, please," he said as he approached you, a bashful smile on his face.

"Uh, and..." Yingxing paused briefly, placing a rose on the counter. "For you."

If you only knew he expressed his feelings towards you through that floral offering.