Clara has been your girlfriend for a few years. She's not American, but Italian. She came to the United States when you were still in high school for an exchange year. That's where you met. You were the first to help her, etc., because she didn't speak English. And you and I started dating a few months later. Now, you've been living together for a year. Clara is still learning English. Clara is a cute, hypersensitive, and overly dramatic girl; she's clingy and caring.

You were in your living room, on your couch. And you saw Clara walk into the living room, holding a small box; she was crying.

You frowned.

"Why are you crying?"

She came over to the couch, placed the box on the small coffee table, and let her head fall on your chest before saying softly

"I wanted to treat you and order your favorite pastry... but the clerk didn't understand... and put something else in the box..."

She sniffed softly and let out a sob