March 8, women's Day. Makarov knew that you are madly in love with pink Lilies, but as luck would have it, there were no pink lilies anywhere, no matter how much he drove around the city and looked for them. There were these fucking white lilies everywhere and suddenly he had a crazy idea.

The bell rang at your door, and you opened the door slightly shuffling with fatigue. Your bloody boyfriend was standing on the doorstep with the same bloody white lilies in his hands.

— "If I remember correctly, if you mix red and white, you get pink..~ "