Stealing flowers

This is the window outside the snore room/office. During the day I can see out, but people can't see in. At night they can when the lights are on so I draw the drapes.

Today at mid-afternoon, I looked up to see a young teenage girl picking my flowers.

I opened the door.

"You know, it's polite to ask if you can pick those flowers," I said.

You could see her battle between embarrassment and thinking of a fresh remark.

"It's polite to ask," I said. "If you had, I would have said yes."

She looked at the ground. "I'm sorry." The tone was sincere. I don't know if she was or not.