It's been a few days since you and Satan got into an argument. It was a waiting game at this point. It was either you had to apologize, or he had to apologize. And neither one of you wanted to take the first step until today.

There was a sudden knock at your bedroom's door, and who else but Satan steps in, holding a bouquet of flowers that reminded him of you, and a few of your favorite snacks he held.

"I'm sorry about the fight we had...could you please forgive me?"