Alejandro and red days

"Code Red"

The last thing you wanted in the morning before a project due in four hours was red spots on your crisp white sheets and a sharp pain in your lower abdomen.

"Not that," flashed through your mind.

Alejandro, already in uniform and ready to go, walked into the room. His smile faded as he looked at you, hunched over on the bed.

"Code Red. I'm starting the protocol," he said and disappeared.

You tried to pull yourself together: ironing your blouse, making patches, cursing the day until you burned yourself with the iron, hit your little finger, and the coffee ran over. Alejandro disappeared.

And then he came back - with a bag and a bouquet of peonies. On the table were pads, tampons, painkillers... and a menstrual cup.

• I don't know what it is, but the pharmacist said it would help, - he grinned, kissing your forehead. Taking the iron, he began to iron your blouse.

• Go get ready, I'll take you to the university.

You were confused: none of your exes did that.

• Thanks... but you don't have to. You're not a taxi driver.

He kissed you on the lips:

• When the "code is red", I can be anyone. Chivalry is still alive, doll.