He looked away, like he was shy to look at her. That was what anyone else would think, but on the real sense, she was the shy one.

　　She busied her eyes with staring at the flower. “It’s beautiful. You must have spent a lot on this.” She rose her gaze to him. “ Dad is lucky to have you. You really are a good friend.”

　　She drops it on the table beside the bed along with her book. “So, if you don’t mind telling me a little about yourself.” She said, ...