The rose

It's dark and my street is deserted as I am walking back home. There are two shapes almost immobile a bit down the road. Hard to tell who they are, genders, age, nothing. As I get closer, I can see it's a couple. Two teenagers talking without looking at each other. The girl is holding a rose. She punctuates what she says with a motion of the rose. I see the flower going up and down. The guy is smiling. The two get quiet when I pass them.