After signing in to the library, Magdalena sat in the table furthest from anyone else, and Pietro in front of her. Magdalena was completely absorbed in the book.

"So, you come here every day?"he asked.

She nodded.

"Uh-huh."

Pietro couldn't find anything to do and spent the entire lunch hour sitting, staring at the clock. He was relieved when he heard the bell ring.

"Well, that was a complete waste."he said to himself. "Just staring at the dumb book the whole time. Well, maybe I'll have better luck at math."

He stopped when he saw a sign.

"This is my chance!"he exclaimed, as he read what the sign said.

Apparently, there would be a dance coming up. If she would only accept to go to the dance with him! He was sure she would.

"I'd better ask her, then before someone else does!"he exclaimed. "Just today, in math should be perfect."

He spent the rest of the day waiting impatiently. He hardly paid any attention in class. He sped out of math. He stopped about halfway there, and fled into the nearest bathroom.

"I can't ruin this!"he said to himself.

He consulted his book before doing anything else.

"Hmm. I guess...then, yeah."

He looked at the clock, and decided that perhaps he could run and get everything ready in no time. But he had already given her the roses for today. Apparently, it would be better if he waited for awhile. And didn't she say she always wanted an Arabian Jasmine? What more perfect way to get her to come with him than to present her with something that she would definitely not turn down? He went to the flower store that afternoon.

"I'm looking for an Arabian Jasmine."he said to the boy at the counter.

"I don't think we have any of those, Sir."

"What? What kind of a florist are you, that you can't get me the flowers I need for the most important event of my life! The only flowers my girl likes?"

The boy looked confused.

"Well, you could try somewhere else."

"I will! And make no mistake that I'm never coming back here! And I'll tell everybody not to come here, either!"

Pietro stormed out angrily.

"Stupid."he said, thinking about the boy at the counter.

He tried several places, but none of them seemed to have the flowers he was looking for.

"What am I going to do?"he asked himself, getting desperate.

Finally, he found some in someone's garden.

"Hmm, it looks like the right type."he said, looking at it.

But what if it wasn't? If she loved those plants so much, perhaps she would know the difference. He went to the nearest flower shop and looked through abook of flowers.

"Hmm, it does look like that could be it. It's the only thing left to do. No one in town seems to have it. It even has instructions on how to take care of it! Hey, I changed my mind. I do need something!"he yelled at the cashier.

"Yes?"

"Get me a nice flower pot. A pretty one. And I"ll take this magazine. And of course, the soil for the flowers. I just need the flowers themselves, but I've got that solved."he said, getting the money out of his pocket.

It was his lunch money, but as he hadn't eaten lunch that day, he still had it, and could afford this items.

"Thank you."he said, putting the change back in his pocket, and walking out.

As soon as he got back to the house, he immediately hid his purchase in a corner of his room.

"I have to get those flowers,"he said. "Tonight."

Pietro dressed up a bit like he did when going to the bookstore, and snuck out of the house, taking a spade. He found the house with the jasmines in its front garden.

"Okay, which ones where they?"he asked himself. "Can't afford to get the wrong ones!"

He felt and smelled the flowers in order to find the right ones.

"Right."

He began to dig, hoping he wouldn't damage the plant in any way. Then he pulled it out of the soil. He felt to see if the roots were still intact. Once he was sure they were, he heard a dog barking, and a light turned on. Pietro cursed under his breath, and ran.

"Hey, hey!"someone yelled out, and the light by the front door turned on, and he heard footsteps.

"I made it!"he exclaimed to himself, holding the jasmines in his hand.

Fortunately, it looked healthy, and didn't show any sign of damage. He ran up to his room, and planted them in the pot, and watered them a bit.

"Now, you just have to last until the big day."he said to the plant, as their scent overpowered the whole room. "Hmm, you do smell pretty nice."