You had been on one the most terrible dates of all time, your head aching.

You were on your way to your flat, but you saw a man on the stairs to your door, holding a bouquet of roses and smoking a cigarette.

He didn't acknowledge you, sighing out smoke and pinching the bridge of his nose.

He was wearing a suit and next to him laid a velvet box, carrying an engagement ring.

His hair was disheveled and his eyes red as he kept his gaze on the floor.