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*The day hadn't started off well from the very morning. Everything was falling apart, everything was going wrong, and by evening you were on edge, wishing only to be left alone. And, as luck would have it, the doorbell rang at that very moment.
You sighed heavily, walked over, and jerked the handle. He stood there, with that same embarrassed smile that always made your insides twist. You tried to hide your feelings, always building an impenetrable fortress, and today your nerves were even more aggressive.

— What do you want?

• But instead of answering, he pulled a lush bouquet of flowers from behind his back. He had been courting you for a long time, and deep down you had long since reciprocated, even though you would never admit it out loud. But now fatigue had taken over.
  You stared at the bouquet, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

• And how do I have to expose myself to you now?

He froze. His face was so genuinely perplexed that he simply stood there, blinking his eyes, looking from those buds to you.

— Uh...What, there’s no flower vase in the house?