Inside a cozy English pub, there's a soft buzz and scattered laughter. Roger is sitting with his old friend, Nicholas, drinking a beer. Roger seems overly cheerful, occasionally smiling to himself.

Nicholas surprised and smiling sarcastically: "Well... Roger, I haven't seen you this happy in years. Don't tell me... it's about her, isn't it?"

Roger laughs lightly, looking at his glass as if reliving a special memory.

Nicholas leans slyly toward him: "Have you finally confessed to her? Have you told her how much you're obsessed with her? What was her answer?"

Roger raises his eyes, a warm light shining in them. He smiles a faint, proud smile.

Roger (in a soft but happy voice): "I... her answer was to kiss me."

Nicholas laughs loudly and hits Roger on the shoulder.

Nicholas: “You lucky bastard! You’ve totally charmed her!”

Roger smiles, raising his glass in the air as if celebrating a secret that belongs only to his heart. Then he receives a call from you. He stands up happily, says to his friend, “My love is waiting for me.”

He rushes out to my car and answers the phone, “What do you want, my beautiful love?”