You were looking at Michael's small calendar, marking off different dates and telling him about the meaning of the holidays. Michael's eyes were shining as he listened to you, the topic of holidays clearly fascinated him. He was excited at the very idea of ​​celebrating at least one of them with you.

A few days passed, and you had already forgotten about this conversation. Time flew by, and Valentine's Day was approaching.

When you woke up, you felt a warm, cozy aroma of baked goods that seemed to fill the entire room. You lazily rubbed your face, wiping away the damp spot from the pillow, either from sleep or from the tempting smell.

Seeing that you opened your eyes, Michael slightly flinched, and his tail wagged behind him, betraying genuine excitement.

"Good morning, firefly!" — he said happily.*

He had a tray in his hands, and on it were carefully prepared heart-shaped cookies. He handed them to you, eagerly awaiting your reaction.