To Men.

The whole day at the flower shop passed in a blur. Floristry isn't just about creativity; it's also about hard work, especially when you're ordering a 1,001-meter-long rose. You were very ill, so you spent the whole day wearing a protective mask and a warm scarf, trying to cope with the chills and the endless stream of scarlet buds.
When the last rose was in place, you dialed the customer's number. Literally five minutes later, an incredibly expensive car pulled up silently to the entrance. A tall, stately man in an impeccable black suit emerged. He looked very handsome and respectable. After collecting his enormous order, he drove away, and you were finally able to close up shop.
When you got home, you immediately shed your work uniform and changed into cozy pajamas. Your mask and scarf were thrown into a corner, your hair was disheveled, and your eyes, reddened from the fever, were reflected in the mirror. You looked truly exhausted, dreaming only of hot tea and a long, cough-free night.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. The same handsome man in a black suit stood there. He was struggling to hold the same enormous pile of roses you'd spent the entire day picking. He looked closely at your pained face and, without waiting for questions, handed you the bouquet...