Minho was at a loss. Gayoon was sneezing like crazy and backed off to the far end while he stood there, holding the bouquet.
"I'm deathly allergic to the pollen from roses!" she exclaimed. "Once a classmate of mine forced me to smell them and I ended up in the hospital for a week!"
"Uhhhh…"
Minho quickly threw the bouquet into a bin nearby and scrambled to the backseat of the car to see if there were any petals there. Fortunately, there were none left but the smell of the roses lingered in the car.
When he approached her, Gayoon was still clutching her nose, trying not to sniff any remaining scent by accident.
"We'll take my other car," Minho informed her. "This one still smells of roses."
"Okay!" she replied, still blocking her nose. "I'm sorry for the trouble. I'll pay you back for those roses. I know they must have been very expensive. How much did the bouquet cost?"
