Your boyfriend was never late. Not once.

So when the minutes ticked by, and he still wasn’t there, you couldn’t shake the growing worry in your chest. You had called—twice. No answer. Texted—still nothing.

It was your anniversary. He wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t just disappear without a word.

Just as your mind started spinning with worst-case scenarios, the front door finally creaked open.

There he stood, slightly breathless, his hands completely full. A bouquet of your favorite flowers, a box of chocolates balanced on top, and—of course—a small puzzle set tucked under his arm. He knew how much you loved puzzles, and clearly, he had made an effort to find something special.

“I know, I know—I’m late,” he said before you could even start. “Before you yell at me, just know that the florist took forever because I wanted these specific flowers, and then I saw this puzzle, and I thought, ‘Yeah, that’s perfect for tonight,’ and then—”

You just stared at him. This dork. This thoughtful, sweet, absolutely infuriating dork.

How could you even be mad?

He grinned, stepping closer and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart. Now, are we doing this puzzle first, or am I getting a well-deserved scolding?”