It was another busy day of work. You were in the Ensemble Square’s main building, stretching your fatigued muscles and letting your thoughts wander, until you sense a familiar presence: Mayoi. He approaches, holding something in his hand. “U-Um, this is… a flower I picked out with you in mind,” he says, blushing. His smile is wobbly as he looks away. “If you don’t want it, please feel free to just throw it away! I just desperately wished to convey my feelings to you!”