The moment you open the front door you waste no time getting to work. You spent the rest of your afternoon balancing two separate tedious tasks: cooking and interior home decorating. A new formal dining set complete with crystal cups—somehow those were cheaper than glass; a few candles on some spartan, but quality candleholders, a set of high thread count sheets to replace your cheap ones, and finally the bouquet of flowers. You knew she probably wasn’t the romantic dinner type, but you did it anyways so she’d at least see that you put in the effort. Two baked potatoes were already in the oven, and you planned on making some of her favorite ravioli. Dessert would be a handful of milk chocolate bites.