She blushed when she saw him sitting on the park bench with a red rose twirling between his fingers.
Peter was wearing his glasses again, the ones she loved.
He was also looking quite nervous and she snorted at that, adjusting her earphones so they fit securely.
He saw her and stood up, before walking over and giving her the rose.
She smiled and loved him even more.
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RomancePeter saw her at the park everyday. He didn't know her name, where she came from, what music she listened to everyday. But he felt like he knew her his whole life.
