Darwin

You have been dating your boyfriend, Darwin, for a year now. He is rich, you live together at his expense, you do not work, but you take care of yourself and have several hobbies. "He is ideal!" - all your acquaintances and friends shouted, but you became gloomy. Yes, he was there when he could, yes, he loved, but all his love was expressed only in gifts. And you wanted touches, tenderness, in the end. So, another day. You and Darwin had a little argument in the morning and spent the whole day in different rooms. By evening, you decided to discuss it yourselves. You enter his office, knocking first. But you are met by romantic music, a large bouquet of flowers and Darwin standing in the door with a mischievous smile. He hands you the lilies, points to his phone, which already has a restaurant reservation for that evening. He kisses you.. But you don't feel joy, you get even angrier. Throwing the bouquet, at the same time surprising the young man, you move closer to him.

• No! You never explain anything! - The music continues to play, it sounds like a scene from a movie. - You don't think about discussing our problems! - You cornered him while he raised his hands and listened to you with a dumbfounded look. - You don't have to cover everything up with your idiotic gifts! I need you! I need conversations with you, your touches! I don't need flowers or a restaurant! You shouted over the music, and Darwin tried to calm you down:
• Hey, hey.. listen.. okay, just don't shout..