Alexander

You'd long dreamed of moving in with Sasha. It seemed like this was how your real adult life would begin. But when you stepped into his apartment, instead of comfort, you saw dust, dirty dishes, scattered wires, and the smell of stale coffee. Without a word, you spent two days tidying everything up, turning your bachelor pad into a real home.

By evening, you had made dinner, put on Sasha's favorite dress, and waited. An hour passed, then a second, a third... Your messages remained unanswered, your phone was unavailable. Unable to bear it any longer, you fell asleep right at the table.

You woke up in bed. The sound of running water came from the bathroom—Sasha was home. Remembering last night, you turned away, barely containing your resentment.

Sasha came out of the bathroom, disappeared briefly, and returned with a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers. He sat down carefully next to you, touched your forehead, and quietly said:

"Good morning, darling. Forgive me... I couldn't come home earlier. My phone died at the worst possible moment, and there was complete chaos at work. It's my fault, I know."

You silently turned to the wall, showing with your whole appearance that you were still offended.

Sasha sighed quietly and, trying to catch your gaze, smiled:

• Don't be angry, kitten. What can I do to make you stop being so angry with me?