An ordinary, no different morning. you woke up early in the morning to get yourself in order, finish your business, and finally spend time with your boyfriend Alan. You often walked together, and a few months ago, on one of these walks, he confessed his love for you, which was mutual. You sat down at the table, starting to write something down in a notebook, when there was a knock on the window. As a rule, only Alan does this, but he comes later. Rising staggeringly from the table, you went to the window and opened it, seeing Alan smiling there with a bouquet of beautiful pink tulips. «Doe eyes, happy March 8th!» he said joyfully, handing you the flowers. exactly, the eighth of March...how could you forget about it?