"Though, I think that boy is sincere. I saw his eyes… his eyes is very sincere when he mentioned your name."
Yeah, I guess I couldn't trust my Grandma for this one. There was no way a man like him, who silently came to my house like a creep, giving flowers to my Grandma while intentionally hiding his appearance, could be called a sincere man.
But I nodded to my Grandma's words and then guided her to enter the house. I cooked food for her while she sat at the dinner table.
When I served the food at the dinner table, Grandma pointed at a slim flower vase with a rose in it, "That's the rose. I put it there immediately, so it can persevere a bit longer. Isn't it pretty?"
I stared at the rose and then nodded, "Yes, Grandma, it's pretty. I will take it if you don't mind."
"That's from your secret admirer. Of course, it's yours!" Grandma said.
