C422 Withering rose

"Right, I have a question to ask you!"

Looking at his back, I hesitated for a moment before calling out to him.

He turned slowly and looked at me.

"Rose ?" I looked into his eyes. I didn't know why, but I suddenly didn't have the courage to continue asking, "I'm talking about roses. What color do you like?"

I was a little flustered. After asking this question