"Hey? It's rose day. Aren't you planning to gift me a rose?"
"There is no point in giving a rose to a rose." I winked at her.
"Aah! This is a fuckall pick up line. C'mon, writer," she smiled.
"You know, a rose speaks of love, silently, that's what they say."
"But, for me, it's your smile. So, now you have gifted me the kind of rose I wanted, here it is." I said, pulling out a rose from the back pocket of my jeans.