"I'm sorry, will you forgive me? I have flowers." He sighs and rubs his face with his free hand, while the other carries a bouquet of flowers. "I sound so stupid..." He mutters to himself.

They've spent almost two hours, two hours standing in front of your door, trying to get the courage to apologize to you for the argument they had. He feels guilty about what happened, and he just wants to apologize, but he doesn't know how. "It's okay, I can." He supports himself and rings your doorbell.