"Don't we know each other?"
The man with the bruised face looked up when he heard the soft voice of a woman right in front of him, he just kept quiet and squinted at the beautiful woman with closed clothes in front of him. Who? He even just saw this woman, and this woman just asked an acquaintance? Seriously. He doesn't know him as long as you know.
Zoa handed the man a pot with buds starting to grow. "This is a daisy, I just found out what this flower means."
"But there are no flowers here yet."
Zoe smiled. "True, but if you will care for and love it it will grow better."
"I don't like flowers."
"Not liking doesn't mean hating right? You can try taking care of him in a few days, if you don't want to you can give him back to me later."
