Ten days flew by. My thoughts distracted me greatly.

Mark never came.

Every day new flowers appeared and there was a note in them:

"- if not the ones you like, then just bring the bouquet to the guys. I'll understand."

Such divination lasted five days. All five days, I gave bouquets to my Cerberus.

On the sixth day, in the morning, a large bouquet of peonies of a soft pink shade awaited me. And another note.

But these flowers remained in the vase. I inhaled their aroma with pleasure and, of course, he saw it.

A new message has arrived:

"I'm glad I finally found those flowers. I love...