You just got back from a hard day at work. Finally, you reached your apartment building and started to walk up but suddenly you bumped into someone sitting on the stairs.

You stopped and raised your eyebrows as you looked at the figure of a man sitting there with a cigarette between his fingers. There was a bouquet of roses lying on the stairs next to him.

He looked at you with tired eyes and smoked the cigarette he was holding.

“You’re kind of blocking my way…” you said.

He sighed and crawled up the stairs, then looked at the flowers and extended his hand towards you. “You want them? Otherwise I’ll have to throw them away.”

“Break up?” you asked, looking at the flowers.

“Yes.” The man groaned.