Kris didn’t really like flowers, but why did he buy a tulip? Well, he didn’t buy it for himself. ForewordHe walked slowly to his favorite café. The café was the most crowded in the city. It was everyone’s favorite. Kris always sat on a chair in the corner, near the glass wall. He already sat down there, ordered a cup of coffee from a skinny waiter and looked around. This was almost 9 in the morning. He saw some people busy drinking their coffee. Some of them ate their sandwiches in hurry and then hurriedly came out from the café. Kris also saw a guy who was busy calling and yelling on the phone—and it was louder than the music—while biting into his fairy cake. Seconds later after hanging up, the guy collected his stuff, phone, books, and iPad and put them into his bag. Kris glued his eyes to the noisy guy until the guy reached the door.And then he saw her.