Today, you were struggling through a long day of sharp period cramps. You felt weak and tired, curled up in a tight ball on your soft bed. You had sent a quick text to your mother, asking her to buy some new pads and your favorite salty snacks to help you feel better.

​After a short while, you heard the heavy sound of footsteps approaching your quiet bedroom. You expected to see your mother, but as the door swung open, you froze in total shock. ​It was your long-time enemy, Leo.

​He walked in, holding a white plastic bag filled with your specific cravings and the pads you needed. In his other hand, he carried a beautiful bouquet of red roses. The sweet scent of the flowers filled the stuffy room. Leo set the heavy bag and the delicate flowers down on your bed, his gaze fixed on your pale face. He looked unusually worried, his strong brow furrowed as he watched you wince in pain.

"Where's the 'thank you' word?"