You were walking through the streets of Brooklyn, running errands that your mother asked you to do, you looked at the shopping list and got some things, the others you had to go to another store, that's why you walked with a big grocery bag

in front of you on the other street there was a boy trying to sell flowers, he was your age or a year older than you, and you thought he was very cute, even so, no one bought roses from him, they always politely rejected him or ignored him, you found that scene kind of sad

"Okay, thanks" He said softly as he is rejected

soon, you noticed that he leans against a wall and closes his eyes, he was frustrated, no one bought him a single flower, he seemed pretty stressed