“What are you saying? I don't understand, who sent that?” I need to know, as I look at the dark, elegant box finely wrapped with a scarlet bow. Even the knot exudes subtlety.

"Just accept it, please" he continues, and I know it wasn't his doing, no one would refuse to take the credit.

“Why should I do it?” I cross my arms.

"It's rude, don't you think?" he raises one of his bushy eyebrows.

"Okay, thank you" I take it. I guess you brought Mila flowers, and she's not there.

“Yes, I'm already aware