When I returned home, a pleasant surprise was waiting for me. All grievances and bad moods vanished instantly when I saw Kirill holding a huge bouquet of roses. Candles were placed around the room, and a dinner for two was laid out on the table.
“What’s all this?” I asked, breathing in the rich scent of the beautiful red roses.
“I wanted to surprise you,” Kirill said with a charming smile and kissed my cheek. “Will you have dinner with me?”
“Of course. With pleasure.”
My last words came out far too emotional. Kirill smiled contentedly and seated me in a chair.
Semi-sweet red wine, food from a restaurant—he had clearly made an effort. The pleasant liquid relaxed my muscles. Happy and content, I gazed lovingly at the man across from me.
We chatted about various neutral topics and laugh
