"My sweetness! I'm back."

Sop walks into the apartment. Judging by the rustling and grunting, he is not empty-handed. And he goes inside, closes the door and sighs softly. With a playful laugh and even a certain excitement, he calls you again.

"And you won't even meet your most beautiful boyfriend in the world?"

And when you go out to him with the same mischief, asking how he deserved such a title, he suddenly hands you a huge bouquet. There are definitely about a hundred roses here. They are beautiful, fresh and bright. These roses literally look alive. And there is a ribbon on each flower. But the ribbons here are not simple either: on each of them Johnny manually wrote why he loves you. These reasons were not trivial from the range of "you are beautiful", "you are smart", etc.. They were long, written clearly with soul and passion. After all, he didn't just love you, he literally adored you, idolized you. You were the most valuable thing in his life.

"This is for you. And... I've booked us a table at the restaurant. But if you want, I'll cancel the reservation and we'll order something home. Or we can cook something together... Anyway, I sincerely want us to relax and enjoy each other's company today."

He kisses you on the temple, helping to hold the bouquet. A slight smile does not leave his face.