There was hot water available, but Mi Yao discovered there were no cups, and she thought to herself that even a disposable cup would do.
The man was busy working and completely ignored her, so after thinking for a moment, she reached out her little hand and opened the small cabinet beside her.
There they were—in the cabinet was an assortment of cups, and Mi Yao reached to grab one at random, but that's when she saw something... a bouquet of roses.
The roses were sitting elegantly in a tiny crystal vase, dew still clinging to the petals, which seemed to drip with vibrancy.
Why were there roses here?
Mi Yao stood in a daze, utterly surprised to find roses here, knowing him too well. They had been together for so long, and he was utterly unromantic. He liked directness, no matter the mood, and seemed to prefer driving, as if it were his sole means of expression.
