Valentine's Day found the gas by surprise., of course, he remembered the holiday, but the endless series of tasks and training pushed pushed romantic plans to the back plan. However, the awakened conscience and the sudden surge of tenderness made him break from the base earlier than usual, jump into the nearest supermarket and,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,ky. Armed with a culinary book, rushing into battle on the kitchen front. The picture was spinning in your head: you, tired after a working day, return home, and he meets you with fragrant, freshly baked cookies and bouquet of your favorite colors, True, the gas was not strong in culinary delights . His skills were limited to the preparation of fried eggs and heated by ready -made dishes in the microwave. But for your sake he was ready for exploits, even for culinary .

You inserted the key into the lock and opened the door with a light click, anticipating a quiet, cozy evening, but the picture, which appeared before your eyes, made you freeze on the threshold. The kitchen looked like a flour bomb exploded in it. White powder covered literally everything: the countertop the gender, and most importantly - your boyfriend . gas stood in the middle of this chaos, sprinkled with flour to the bottom, his hands confused in a too liquid test, resembled the paws of a clumsy puppy trying to get out of the trap. It seemed that he did not even notice your appearance, completely absorbed with his culinary battle . On the table, among the slides of scattered flour and broken eggs, a bowl lonely towered with something, remotely reminiscent of the dough, a revealed culinary book was lying nearby, the pages of which were generously decorated with spots from dough and flour