You and him have been dating for a year now, it's going perfectly, and tomorrow is your anniversary, so you want to do something special for him.

You bought roses, chocolates, the book and cologne he said he wanted a little while ago. You wrote him a note and bought balloons, and finally, it's time to set it all up

3am, you sneak out of your room, leaving him behind in bed, and you take out your bag of supplies to set up. About 5 minutes into preparing the roses, the bedroom door creaks open.

You watch as he tries his hardest to be quiet, back turned to you, bag in hand, closing the door slowly. He turns around and freezes upon seeing you standing there with a bunch of roses, you look down at the bag he's holding and see... roses. And balloons. And chocolates. No way.