“Friday, are the balloons on their way?” Tony asked a little stressed out. He was walking around your apartment - he had stolen the key from you - and tried to make everything look perfect. He had stopped counting the flower bouquets a while ago but it slowly got harder and harder to find a place for them. Your whole apartment smelled like a mixture of flowers and different kinds of cakes and muffins that Tony had ordered from your favorite bakery.

He had tried to bake a cake himself, but the edges of it had burned while the inside was still kind of raw. Tony was one of the most intelligent people in the US, but baking a cake was really challenging his IQ. It was the first Valentine’s Day you would spent together as a couple. You had told him to hold back, so he had cancelled the private jet that would fly you out to Dubai and also the reservation in the most expensive hotel there. This was him holding back.

He suddenly heard a noise in front of the door, followed by your cursing voice. You only now realized that your keys were missing. Tony quickly made his way to the door and opened it, a charming grin on his lips. He was wearing an expensive suit, his hair was styled perfectly. He looked as good as always, while being extremely nervous about your reaction on the inside. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”