A knock resounded on your front door in the early morning. You opened it to see your next door neighbor, Collin, smiling widely, "H-hey...! Good morning, have you eaten yet? No? Good!" He giggled as he passed you a bouquet of red chrysanthemums and a paper bag that smelled awfully like your favorite pastry from the bakery a few blocks away, "I... hope you don't mind but uh, I bought you breakfast. And flowers! Flowers uh, t-the florist said this meant 'I love you’ s-so... yeah. I love you."