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The flower

I always wanted to have a flower from this tree.

I stand up shaking my butt to dislodge any grass or twigs stuck to my buttocks and look at the tree.

Very good.

I measure a little more than one meter sixty, the tree has its lowest branch at about one meter ninety from the ground, and not even jumping I get to touch a branch.

But I try very cleverly.

I put my hand supporting my chin like the statue of the thinker and carefully analyzed the panorama.

My first option is to jump and that's what I do. I jump in place, stretching out my arms to try to reach a flower.

It does not work.

"God, why did you make me a dwarf?" “ I question in a low voice while I opt for plan B, run, and jump to gain more momentum.

I run and jump as high as I can about five times, but the only thing I manage to do is finish with heavy breathing and a pounding heart.

I stood in front of the tree again with my arms on my hips and took a long look at my target branch.

"You won't be able to go with me," I silently threatened the branch, hoping that no one would hear me, and I went to look for a stone to climb on, maybe a little higher than where I could reach the flower.

I stubbornly walk until I find a rock that I can carry to climb on.

The one that I find is not very far from the tree and it is not that heavy. Although I cannot lift it, I am dragging it towards my tree.

I get on it and try to jump a couple of times until I reach the branch, but it's impossible.

I'm going to look for another rock to put on the one I have already found because I'm not going to let myself be defeated by that stupid tree.

When I position the second rock, I climb on it carefully but I don't jump, because if I do I'll end up on the ground and that's the last thing I want.

I stretch as much as I can, and obviously, I don't get there. It's obvious, but I can't with my genius and even if it is, I want to smell it to keep with me the memory of the aroma of those flowers.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes as I feel the sweet fragrance of the flower...

“What are you doing? “a hoarse voice interrupted my moment of sniffing a flower like a bloodhound.

I opened my eyes and saw a guy next to me, looking down at me with seriousness and a little bit of curiosity.

He is literally over a head taller than me and that was the first thing I noticed.

I stopped for a second to observe him, not because it was what I wanted to do at that moment, but because my curiosity was stronger than my genius.

For a brief moment, I was embarrassed that he had been able to witness my futile attempts to reach for the silly flower, but that thought was dispelled when I noticed his eyes were studying me as well.

He is tall, very tall, and also kind of cute. His eyes were deep dark like the sky that predicts stormy nights with thunder and lightning and, at the same time, extremely inexpressive. What caught my attention the most was her white skin and the locks of dyed white hair that peeked out over her forehead under the blue wool cap that covered her head.

Everything about him indicated danger, which caused me deep mistrust.

He's the kind of person who should come with a "Danger" sign stuck to his forehead.

I could tell I was staring at him shamelessly when I clicked her tongue, waiting for my response.

There is something in the way he looks at me that gives me goosebumps and I can't help but look away when my eyes make contact with his and turn my gaze to the tree to appreciate it with resignation.

“I just” wanted” was “God, damn nervous," I said to myself. I relaxed and answered his question.” I was trying to smell a flower “answered without looking him in the eye again knew he was watching me.

“Ohh “he mumbles after rolling her eyes and getting a little closer, raises her hand and, without problems, cuts a flower, lowers it towards me, letting me see her hand” take it.

Then I look at the flower and then I look at him, who has his gaze fixed on me and makes a small grimace at the corner of his lips that resembles a smile that fades after a millisecond.

I swallowed, fearing he might hear my heart, and bowed my head for a moment.

I can't help it, his eyes are so piercing they give me goosebumps.

"Thank you," I said, looking into his eyes to take the flower.

The guy nods and looks at my feet on the rock.

I jumped to the floor and looked at the flowers.

He crosses his arms and looks across the park.

“What's your name? he inquired seriously, without a grimace on his face.

At that moment, I fell into the idea that I had never, ever seen this subject, never in my life and it would not be a very good idea to give my name to a stranger.

"I don't give my name to strangers," I answered seriously, looking into his eyes.

I've never talked to strangers and I'm not very good at it, and even though he's my age and attractive, I don't know him and I don't feel like socializing with a stranger.

The subject lets out a smile and now looks at me with a hint of amusement.

I look at it seriously.

“Okay bunny,” he says.

Are we waiting...

Did he just call me bunny?

I looked him up and down, confused and offended by the nickname.

“As you told me? I wait irritably.

Who is believed to tell me like that?

I put my arms on my hips and looked at him with a frown.

He seems to be amused because I see a glint of amusement in his eyes, but he keeps his expression serious.

"You were hopping like a bunny just now," he explains dismissively.

I close my eyes and swallow my shame.

He saw me jumping here and there to try to lower the flower.

I hope there is no listening...

"I also heard you threaten the tree," he added, a trace of amusement in his arrogant voice.

I looked away, hiding the shame, and then at him.

You know you're making me mad.

And it amuses him.

"Were you harassing me?" I asked with anger and astonishment at the same time.

“Calm down bunny, the park is public.

I looked at him with a frown and looked him up and down.

"Besides, you're not that hot," he adds with a scornful, mocking look, and that's when I feel my jaw drop from my face.

I opened my mouth for a second, swallowing his comment, and felt my blood boil.

I looked at him from top to bottom angrily, as if my gaze penetrated his body.

“And you do? I asked in a kind of reply to his comment.

He shrugs off the matter and watches me from above, without answering.

He's an i***t.

I groaned under my breath and muttered "i***t" before throwing the pink flower at her head, wishing it was a stone. The flower doesn't even touch her face because it falls to the ground dancing with the wind.

"Shove the flower up your ass, i***t!" I blurt out and then turned around to go home.

I don't turn to look at him, but I know that his mocking and amused gaze is fixed on me until I disappear from the park.

So, I hide behind a bush to see him go to the other end of the park after shaking my head and seeing the flower on the ground, and when I make sure that it is no longer close, I ran like the wind in search of my flower.

This guy might be a jerk, but the flower is beautiful.