A rose?

You were sitting on a bench at night, reading ur usual books normally since at night it was calming and cloudly to relax you down. It was a faithful pleasure watching the skies go black. Whenever you would see the stars, it would reflect to the book. A sudden sight surprised you when a person sat next to you. Thankfully it wasn’t a weirdo. It was someone who was selling roses this midnight?

“Would you like to get a rose?”

The person asked calmly.