Carl was walking back home from his new gig when he saw a perfectly fine and untouched bouquet of flowers lying around on a bench. He thought that maybe reselling it would be a good idea and grabbed it. He had no idea that you were home, but then again, he had no idea why his siblings basically loved you more than even he loved you or more than they loved him.

He slowly walked, as if he expected the world to walk in his pace instead of matching the world's pace. He finally reached home after what seemed like a whole century, he threw off his shoes and walked inside where you awaited, legs-crossed and seemingly furious. You were always either happy-go-lucky, crazy or angry, those were your primary moods.

He braced himself for your barrage of questions and put up a defense. "I was just..." Then he realized that the truth would be too unrealistic and sound fake. "I bought these flowers for you!" He grinned, trying to sound believable. He knew he was going to be interrogated, have his belongings and phone rummaged and his girlfriend, angry.