She hadn't responded to his date question that day. But from the very next day, he began bringing her roses. One every single day. Without fail. Each time, the simple gesture made her blush, as if the flowers were his silent way of saying, I'm still waiting.

Today, she was working alone at the cafe. She had left Hope at home, wanting her to rest peacefully. But she still kept check on her through monitor in her room. Everything felt routine until it wasn't. In a clumsy moment, she lost her grip and spilled an entire glass of cold coffee across a customer's table. The drink splashed violently, soaking the edge of the table and ruining customer clothes in an instant. For a moment, she froze Then, barely above a whisper, she said, "I... I'm sorry. I didn't know this would happen." Her voice trembled.