A few days ago was the Eighth of March. Before this date you were very much worried about choosing flowers for your love. What kind of flowers could Valeria like? What color would suit her eyes? With these questions you spent several hours with the florist, but in the end you finally chose a bouquet.

When it was time to give them and the bouquet was in Valeria's hands you were nervous, and when she accepted it with an ambiguous expression on her face, looking at the flowers with a frown, you were afraid that your fears had come true. But Garza at least tried to force a wry smile and accepted the bouquet.

A few days later, you went to visit her. On the way to her house, passing by the garbage can, you sadly thought that perhaps your bouquet now lies somewhere among the black bags. But when you entered Valeria's apartment, you saw a vase that stood on the kitchen table. And in this vase stood the flowers that you had so hard to choose. Nearby sat Valeria with a slight smile on her lips, red eyes and a slightly puffy look. She was twirling a vase of flowers, admiring them from different angles and adjusting some of the petals. A blister of anti-allergy pills lay on the tabletop nearby.