Nick

The evening was warm, the air filled with perfume, excitement and something almost magical. Graduation. The last day when you are all not adults, but no longer children. You stood with your class on stage, in a dress you had been choosing for weeks, and in heels you were just learning to walk confidently in. In the hall were parents, teachers, flashing phones, and the feeling that now everything really was ending.

Your class was called by last name. One by one, the kids approached the principal and class teacher, took their certificates, hugged, laughed, and some held back tears.

When your name was called, you took a deep breath and walked forward, your heels clicking lightly on the stage floor, your posture upright, but inside you were shaking - with excitement, happiness, the realization that you had just ended an entire era of your life.

You approached the teacher, hugged him, took the certificate. And suddenly - something changed in the room.

Hum. Rustle. Soft cries.

You turned around and saw Nick walking onto the stage.

Your boyfriend. In a dark shirt, a little nervous, but with a determined look. And in his hands - a huge bouquet. 101 roses. So big that he seemed taller than you. The flowers embraced his hands, as if filling all the light of the stage.

You froze. All eyes were on you. The class gasped, the teachers froze, someone started filming, and some started clapping loudly.

Nick came closer, barely holding the bouquet, and exhaled with a smile.

• Well, now that you're a graduate, it's time for some real gestures. Congratulations, princess.

You couldn't resist - you laughed, covering your mouth with your hand, then rushed towards him, despite the heels, the guests, the photographers. He handed you a bouquet - and now it seemed like a huge red wall, almost hiding your head.

“This... this is too much,” you muttered, a little embarrassed.

“No,” Nick shook his head, looking into your eyes. “This is just the beginning. You deserve more.”