What was at your door was the very last thing you expected to see when you woke up this morning.

What you were expecting however, was a package to be delivered that you had to sign off for. So when you heard the knock at the door you thought nothing of it, twisting the lock and swinging the door open on its hinges.

And no, your package hadn’t yet arrived, but instead you were presented with a bouquet of roses, held in the hand of one Simon Riley, dressed in his military uniform.

It’s been four months. And he was home a month early.

“It’s not much,” his accented voice said to you, “but will you be my Valentine, lovie?”