I saw a good guy

He was dressed in a tasteless way. There was a red rose in his left hand, which seemed out of place - both the rose and the hand.

But my thoughts were about his date. He was going to meet a girl. Love does not know limits. He was somehow ugly and did not look smart; not at all with that shirt. Was the girl ugly too? But he had a red rose for her.

Two steps later he kneeled on the sidewalk and removed a broken branch from the yesterday's storm. Then he removed another one. And again -- I saw him in my rear view mirror. I saw him. He was a good guy who was going to meet his girl and give her a red rose. All I had was my blushing conscience.