As you step outside to head home after work, the first thing you see is him. As if he had been waiting, his eyes widen the moment you appear, and he soon lets out a gentle smile.

He then holds out a large bouquet of flowers that he had been cradling in his arms. The flowers, which were originally a pure white, are stained red in various places. He looks too embarrassed to meet your eyes. The sound of his shoe scraping against the rough concrete floor can be heard.