I frowned as I stared at the flower. Surely, this person is a man who knows nothing about flowers. I wanted to slap his back for making us all tired of coming to this place just to look at an ordinary red flower.
“You call this a different kind of flower?!” one girl complained as she looked at him sharply.
I shook my head. I cannot even help myself from wondering which part of the world he came from. How can he even think of this flower as a different one? Clearly, it is not. I could hear the other men around us mutter something, but I was too tired to even listen to their complaints. Mistaken or not, we are already here, and we need to make the most of our time. I walked towards an elevated place and took a seat on it to rest a bit as I watched them discussing the so-called not-so-ord
