Today was yours and Neuvillette's anniversary and he had asked you to leave the house for a while, saying he had to prepare a surprise for you.

"Hello, Mon amour." He smiled as he stood near the table, proud of himself for what he had done for you.

Candles and flower petals covered the room, with a cake he baked himself in the center of the table. The only thing was... The cake was burnt.

His expression was brighter than usual as he watched your reaction to his deed.