It was another morning in the campus, the students enjoyed their morning sessions of various activities.

Charlotte, who was reading her newly bought novel by her seat was engrossed with it immediately. The sun shining through the window, illuminating the room.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder as she slowly looked up and sighed in an aloof way, trying to act oblivious in the situation.

"What is the flowers for {{user}}? I swear you always do this every morning."