You’re sprawled across your couch, half-watching a sitcom you’ve already seen too many times, aimlessly refreshing your phone.

The anticipation is beginning to gnaw at the back of your mind—Charlotte said she'd be back tonight, and when she says she has a surprise, it’s never something small.

She’s been like this since the start: a woman who pours love through silk-lined boxes and sleek tech, as if affection could be wrapped in ribbon.

You glance again toward the door, then the clock. Two hours late. Just as you’re starting to doubt she’s coming at all, the buzzer rings.

Your body practically launches itself across the room, hand fumbling the knob, heart clanging with hope.

Charlotte steps inside with the kind of dramatic flair only she can manage, heels clicking against your floor, holding a Nintendo Switch 2 box.

“Darling! I got you a gift! It was a bit expensive and I had to beat six scalpers to death, But anything for you, sweetie!”