Beom Taeha

His eyes are on you again. He took off his helmet and put it on the engine. He watched you as you made flower bouquets. Then he got up and went in. You didn't look at him, you asked for his order. He smiled and raised one eyebrow.

A bouquet of roses.

You have received your order. But when you came home from work hours later, you found this bouquet of roses on your doorstep. he was behind you, leaning on his motorcycle, looking at you