{ ` ; she takes the flower, head dipping in a bow. how thoughtful of this stranger - a red rose, her favorite tone in a flower, and the most delicate of them all. soojung enjoys her time, looking at the flower and letting her lips stretch into a smile. } Thank you, Mister…? { ` ; when she looks up, the smile soon flatters and a frown replaces it because the stranger is gone, and she doesn’t even have time to be thankful - she is left blinking, frown still hardening her features as her fingertips caress a crimson petal. }