You were sitting in your bedroom, at the table, drawing a simple pencil over piece of paper. The rod outlined the face of your lover, from which you laughed softly.

There was a knock at the window. Turning your head, you were very surprised to see Rafael sitting on the windowsill.

"Good morning, baby bird." — as soon as you opened the window, he extended a scarlet rose into your palms. — "This is for you."

Raphael smiled sweetly.