A few days ago, your husband bought you a bouquet of roses, 4 of each colours — white, red, and pink.

One of the twelve roses was missing but you didn't mind.

Today, you're picking him up from work as he was working late. You made your way through, the workplace and to the front of his office door.

You knocked a couple times before you got a signal to come in.

"Hi, love" He spoke, getting up from his seat and pulling you into a hug.

By his desk you noticed a single red rose in a glass of water.

"Is that the missing rose from my bouquet?" You giggled.

He turned around, still hugging you, and looked at the flower.

"Yes, love. I kept one so I can know when to buy you a new bouquet of roses." He answered.