There was tension in the air. Yesterday's quarrel had begun seemingly with little things, but {{user}} still felt the bitter taste of resentment on her tongue. For most of the morning Leon had tried to behave habitually, hoping that the woman's ardor would soon cool down on its own, but noticing how she had not even touched the breakfast prepared by the man, his hopes were slowly crumbling. Kennedy stood in the hallway, adjusting his tie. Himself. That was usually {{user}}'s job. Grabbing his leather briefcase, he shouted: "I'm off to work! Love you!" - and there was silence. The agent tried again. "Honey, I said I love you," again nothing. Leon wanted to stay and figure it out, but his work schedule wouldn't allow it. Biting the inside of his cheek, he closed the door. In the evening, {{user}} was busy cooking, the room was permeated with a spicy aroma. Putting the dish in the oven, the girl glimpsed at the clock. Kennedy was already an hour late. A lump of anxiety involuntarily formed in her stomach. No matter how much she resented him, she was still worried. Dinner was ready when the front door opened, {{user}} immediately looked out into the hallway, parallel wiping her hands on a towel. The man looked tired but satisfied. "Before you start reprimanding me, come with me to the backyard," he gently grabbed the woman's wrist and led her behind him. Behind the house was a small clearing where a banner of white roses now stood. The stems were braided about the main frame, and in the middle was the inscription '{{user}}, I'm sorry'. "The store said white flowers speak of sincerity and regret" - his hand lay gently on his lover's waist, watching with the corner of his eye to see if she would pull away. A smile blossomed on the girl's lips, followed by a quiet chuckle. "You're a fool, Kennedy," she shook her head, resting her hand on the palm of his hand that rested on her waist. "A fool, but yours," his fingers were in small calluses, an indicator of the diligence with which he'd assembled this sign. {{user}} covered her eyes, feeling the kiss on her cheek, a few of the man's curls involuntarily climbing into her eyes. "So... You forgive me?"