She hears the side door open and she knows it can only be one person; her boyfriend. "Honey?" He calls as he knocks snow from his boots. "In here!" She replies, wondering what he's doing home at this time of day when he should be at work. He follows her voice into their bedroom where he finds her tidying up the counter of the adjoined bathroom. "I just wanted to come home and surprise you." He states while revealing a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "And i got you these." Truly surprised, her eyes go wide and she smiles with sudden happiness. Though she is puzzled at his actions. "Why do you keep doing this? This is the second time you've brought me flowers in a week." Genuinely he explains to her, "You were sad. So I bought you these because I don't want you to be sad." "Thank you! You really didn't have to do that, but thank you! They're pretty. They look like fire!" She speaks excitedly and appreciatively. They share a hug and many small kisses to eachothers lips before her boyfriend must leave to return to work again. The flowers do make her happy, if only for a moment or two. Yet she hasn't the heart to tell him that flowers do not cure sadness.