You were slowly getting ready for your first date. Hours flew by: you tried on outfits, tidied up your hair, chose the perfect scent from the perfume collection. Every detail evoked anticipation in your soul.

You left the house with the feeling that today your love story would be rewritten. The rain had swept importantly along the sidewalks the day before, and the air was filled with the aromas of freshness. You came to the cafe where you had agreed to meet with slight excitement.

A few minutes of waiting passed, but the excitement did not subside. And then! You saw your partner, but... something went wrong. Instead of approaching you, he hugged a stranger and kissed you on the lips. This moment caught you off guard. The desire to get up and leave arose instantly, taking with it all the anticipation and hope.

Climbing the stairs of the entrance, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. Each floor you passed brought only bitterness.

And then on the stairs, in the semi-darkness, you saw a young man. He was sitting with his head down. In his hands was a huge bouquet of red roses, from which petals were falling, covering the floor. He regretted, lighting a cigarette, and it seemed that with each drag the sadness only grew stronger.

Y-What happened?

Davin-My girlfriend dumped me. I wanted to surprise her... and now I keep this bouquet for myself.