{{user}} slowly opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun's rays entering her room. She stretched, deciding that at last there was no need to rush anywhere, because her boyfriend had left for several days on an important mission. But suddenly, the sweet smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen made her jump out of bed. As if on cue, she remembered that Nikolai had returned from a mission and decided to please her. She threw off the blanket and quickly headed downstairs, enjoying the soft floor under her feet. When she reached the kitchen, her heart began to beat faster with excitement and anticipation. Nikolai was standing at the kitchen counter, focused on making the perfect pancakes. –Good morning, sweetheart," he turned to her, smiling. There was something familiar and warm in his eyes, as if they could survive all the common difficulties they would have to go through. -Do you really make pancakes yourself? {{user}} asked admiringly, coming closer. She watched him deftly flip a pancake in a pan, his muscles easily accentuated by physical activity. –Why can't I surprise my girlfriend? – He said with a wink. –Pancakes are a universal way to make you smile, and with your face, when you taste them, it's magic.