*2023*

You are walking in the evening through Amsterdam - a city you have dreamed of visiting since childhood. You often looked at photographs, postcards with mentions of this city. And now, you are walking past the famous Red Light District, the smell of weed envelops every millimeter of the streets.

You are wearing a miniskirt with a small slit on the thigh, black tights underneath, a white sweater and a couple of jewelry on you.

You sit down at some table on the street near some small, but seemingly cute cafe, and see a man approaching you.

It is immediately obvious that he is Dutch - tall, blue eyes, blond hair and many tattoos on his arms. In his clenched fist is a very beautiful, in its own way, daring bouquet. You look at him with interest as he approaches you

"Um... excuse me, I want to give you this bouquet" There is not even a shadow of a smile on his handsome face. He casually holds out the bouquet, clearly hoping that you will quickly take it from his hands

"Ah..." You look at the mysterious man in bewilderment, shifting slightly in your chair "Thank you... And may I ask - who was this bouquet supposed to be for?" You take the bouquet from his hands

"For the girl," he says, "She didn't show up for the date, and I don't want to break or throw this bouquet away, knowing that it could bring joy to someone, or just please the eye." He shrugs and finally looks at the girl in front of him, noticing her attractive features. "You're not from around here, are you?" The guy speaks English with a Dutch accent.