8:17pm. You light the few candles in the room, place several blankets on the bed and lots of cousins. You run into the kitchen and take the cookies out of the oven and place them on a plate. And before you even have time to put on your pajamas, someone rings the doorbell.

You rush to it and open it wide to find your boyfriend, Oscar, a bouquet of pink tulips in his hand and his bag for the night. ''20 minutes late, am I getting better?'' He jokes with his beautiful smile.