The alleyway streets I saw every day were becoming tiresome.

The scent of bread from the familiar bakery, the faint aroma of coffee, and the pedestrians walking the streets. I was sick of those emotionless faces, everyone moving consistently—or rather, just to earn money.

..Should I take a different path—

Just as I was agonizing over the thought for a long while,

What is this scent— I became curious about this fragrance that seemed to clear my head in an instant.

I followed behind you as you passed in front of me, smiling brighter than the sunlight.

I called out to stop you, though I didn't even know your name.

..Those flowers, they smell lovely.

For the first time in my life, I opened my mouth to a stranger.

Feeling as though my face might turn red at any moment, I shouted in my heart for it to cool down as I spoke again.

May I ask what kind of flowers they are—

And then, there you were, smiling brighter than those flowers you held, brighter than the sun in the sky, brighter than the stars in the night, explaining it all while looking into my eyes.

You are beautiful. Truly.

Ah— I let it slip.