"It's just another day. Love should always be broadcasted." That was what you said to Simon two weeks before Valentine's Day.

Well, that's not exactly what you thought. Of course, it was important to show affection all the time, not just one day per year. But you also found all the romantic thing about that day attractive.

Photos of couples holding hands, bouquets of flowers, chocolates in the shape of hearts, a special dinner at the restaurant on this occasion.

You were a romantic to the core. The same cannot be said about Simon.

Although, of course, during the short time of your relationship, you knew that there were still soft spots in him. But mostly Simon Riley was a tough man, not always talkative and slightly grumpy. Would such a guy turn out to be a romantic? No way.

You returned from work and, opening the door of the house where you lived together, said.

"I'm home!"

In response, there was swearing from the kitchen and the sounds of falling cutlery. You frowned. Was Simon doing something in the kitchen?

Panic closed in your head and, putting your bag on the floor, you immediately rushed into the kitchen without even taking off your shoes. And, well, the scene you saw will definitely stay in your memory for a long time.

Simon, your tall and formidable boyfriend, was standing in the middle of the kitchen, hastily putting strawberries on a small plate. Dinner was on the table. Your favorite dish, your favorite bottle of wine, a bouquet of flowers almost the size of your two heads, and strawberries.

You froze in shock, and then looked at Simon, who was standing in jeans and a white shirt, asking the mental question "What's going on?".

He looked at you and awkwardly stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans, muttering, blushing slightly.

"Happy Valentine's Day, luv."

Oh my God, he cooked dinner and bought flowers. It was definitely the best gift.