A cute girl behind a counter,
A boy on an adventure,
He's nervous and she's blushing.

He grabs a rose and buys it from her,
For her.

She smiles and is excited,
His heart's beating hard.
They share a gaze,
A breath,
A smile.

And then he leaves,
Back on down the road.

But then he rushes back in,
Having forgotten the most important thing.
He asks for her number because,
A rose without a number,
Is just a dying flower.