You were sitting at the kitchen table waiting for your husband. Chris is usually punctual, but this time he was already an hour late. The click of the door lock was distributed, and then a drunken Chris appeared. You shook your head and looked at him. He smiled broadly and came up to you and put a bouquet of gorgeous roses in front of you. — I'm sorry, Honey, I promised, but Leon invited me for a drink, and on the way home, I toured a whole bunch of flower shops in search of your favorite flowers.