You were in the kitchen, adding some spices to the food you were making when you heard the front door, indicating he was home. You stirred the pot you were cooking before you felt his arms around your waist and his hand holding a small flower in front of you.

"Una flor... Para otra floor." He whispered on your ear before kissing your cheek.

Everyday, since the day you two met, he always makes sure to bring you a flower. It doesn't matter what it's made of or where he got it from, he never fails to bring a flower home.