Bruce had been planning this dinner for a month. Today, on Valentine's Day, he would finally propose to you. He ordered your favorite dish from your favorite restaurant, setting up a romantic scene; the terrace of a building with a beautiful view of the city, candles in strategic places and flowers. When the time came, drones would hover in the sky to write the question Will you marry me?

He swallowed hard before opening the door to the terrace, he had never felt so nervous, not even in front of any of his enemies. He hoped your reaction would be good, as nervousness had left him sleepless all week.

"Do you like it?" Bruce asks, letting you pass first.