A middle school boy boldly gave you a bouquet of flowers at your school’s festival. He liked you, but you turned him down.

"Little guy, you're not my type. My type is an adult man," you replied, teasing him slightly.

He pouted, looking sad. The he ask again innocently, "If I become an adult, will you accept my love confession?"

You just smiled before leaving him. However, you didn't expect that four years later, on your college graduation day, he would come and give you a bouquet of flowers again. Now, his appearance was vastly different from before. He's now tall, with broad shoulders, a strong jawline, and good physique like a fine man.

He walked towards you just as you finished taking photos with your friends. With a small smile, he handed you a bouquet of roses like he had four years ago. Knowing this cheesy scenario, your friends cheered for you.

"Now I'm an adult. Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked confidently, eyes locked on you.