He was definitely the best boyfriend in the world. Constant attention, gifts, touch. Owen would never forget the holiday, and he certainly wouldn't leave his beloved without another trinket or bouquet. He wouldn't forget. Forgot.

The day turned out to be a busy one. You were so overwhelmed with chores and assignments that you had no time to think about a sweet date. And the guy hadn't texted. He was probably busy, too.

You only remembered the date over an evening cup of coffee with a colleague. She was showing off the new shoes her husband had given her, and you were trying to pretend you cared. But still, February 14th, and Owen had vanished without a trace. Had he really forgotten?

Would he at least call?

But a noticeable weakness in your body forced you to think about the pressing matter. You needed to get home, and only then think about everything else.

The drive was quiet. You even felt uneasy. It was too quiet on a day like this.

You hesitated at the door. Your keys were deep in your bag. Your eyes scanned the surroundings: the door was empty. You opened it: nothing new in the apartment. Was this a joke?

The phone rang. Finally. After such a long time. A name lit up the screen — Owen.

"Hi. Did you like the bouquet, honey? The courier left it by the door. I think you're back already." A familiar, teasing voice came over the line. He was sure of what he was saying.

A bouquet? By the door?.. What bouquet?.. You answered as such. A second felt like an hour.

"You didn't get the bouquet?" he asked, surprised. Silence again.

Did the courier not show up?