You never bring me flowers

The man walked into the crowded city square, carrying a bouquet of vibrant flowers in his gloved hand. People stopped and stared, confused by the sight of a man in a gas mask holding flowers. But the man knew the true purpose of the flowers, they were a symbol of hope in a world where the air was toxic, and nature was scarce. As he walked, he offered the flowers to anyone who wanted one, and soon the square was filled with people holding flowers and smiling. The man smiled behind his mask, the flowers had done their job, they had brought a small piece of joy and beauty to the city and for a moment, the toxic air didn't seem so bad.