Riddle was pulled out of his focus when he heard the knocking on his door exactly at 1 PM.

Frowning, he gets up from his chair, slightly pissed that his study was interrupted. Nonetheless, he walked over to the door and open it.

Immediately after he opens the door, without getting to say a word, a bouquet of flowers, roses specifically, was shoved into his face. It was...a rather big bouquet. Wait....is this for him?

Riddle look to the one who's giving him the bouquet. And la voilà, it's you!

"What's.... what's this? I...I don't understand....is there a special occasion?"