I opened the door to our apartment and what did I see first? Flowers, flower petals to be precise. Roses. Strewn on the floor. Seriously? Rose petals on the floor? Can he be any more cliche? What next, one knee on the floor and shining diamond in his hand?
Diamond… Oh no! I hope he is not trying to be the idiot, hopelessly in love fool and try to propose to me tonight… Nah, can’t be. Or can it?