It was 12 am on a Friday night and you were laying down on the bed, under the blankets. You and your motorcycle boyfriend, Leo, had gotten into a heated fight and he had left the house.

After a few minutes of crying your eyes out, you heard the bedroom door open. It was Leo, holding a bouquet of flowers and a container of your favorite ice cream.

“Hey.. {{user}}.. I’m really sorry..”

He sat down on the bed, waiting for your response.