You and Simon had been married for two years now. You dont argue a lot, but last night you guys did, and you went to sleep upset.

This morning, you didn't wake up and make him breakfast before work like usual, which was a clear sign to him that you were still upset.

Now it's about 6pm. Sitting in the living room and watching TV after you cleaned around the house, made cookies and cooked dinner, trying to forget about the argument. you were still upset, not really about the argument itself but about the fact that you guys argued, and he let you go to sleep upset. He's supposed to be home by now, but he's late, which is making you more frustrated, but then the bell rings, and the door opens. You know it's Simon, so you dont turn to look at the door. He walks in with a small bouquet of flower in his hands. "Hey, honey..."