First, he had told her to meet him in the rock garden. He said he wanted to tell her something important. He never showed up.
Then, after receiving a nice slap to the face, he politely asked her to meet him in the meditation hall. He still needed to deliver his message of utter importance. She waited for an hour.
The next time she saw him, after giving him a swift kick to the groin, he begged her to meet him at the koi pond, just for five minutes. Ever so reluctantly, she agreed. And so here she was, waiting for the boy that was destined never to show. Tired of his charade, she stormed back to her room.
Above the Koi pond, on the roof of the temple, he sat in a puddle of pity and self-loathing. A small handful of flowers lay strewn beside him. He kept blowing his chances, and he knew it.