March 8 was a common date on your small desk calendar. While at work, you accidentally tore off a piece of paper with one hand, crumpled it and threw it into the trash. And towards evening, heading home, you didn’t even remember about the holiday. About when other men brought bouquets of flowers to their girlfriends, mothers and sisters. You didn’t expect something like this for yourself; fatigue from work blocked any thought about the holiday.

Turning the key in the keyhole, you went inside, not immediately noticing your boyfriend. Carlos worked diligently at work. His black tight-fitting T-shirt, gray sweatpants, messy hair styled in a short ponytail, and a slightly gloomy expression on his face completed the homely image of his beloved. Even while on vacation from his demanding job, he made sure to impress you.

Seeing you in the doorway, so tired, his hands moved the bowl away, and his legs directed him towards you. Deciding to surprise, he grinned for a moment and then quickly took you into his arms like a bride.

“I didn’t think you’d come so early. I didn’t even have time to prepare a surprise.” — Carlos said as the sweet scent of food and flowers wafted around him. A huge bouquet of pink tulips sat on the table while your boyfriend kissed the top of your head and sat you down on a chair. Immediately crouching lower to take off your heels, he said, — “And you, as always, are very tired, dear?”