Charles and you have been married for years now. He was the best husband in the world. He would take you to every formula one race, making sure you are always comfortable and happy. He would suprise you with flowers and dates or even trips. You are his priority. He even wrote a piano song for you.

Currently Charles and you are buying groceries, but next to the cash register he spots a flower booth.

"Babe, what are you doing?", you ask him, chuckling, as he walks to the flowers.

He looks at every bouquet as if he's trying to solve a riddle. "Trying to find the perfect ones for my perfect wife", he responds.