You can hardly wait for Saturday

The next few days drag on like chewing gum. You've stashed the envelope with the ticket in the furthest corner of your desk drawer, but you still feel like you have to think about it every minute. About the envelope and about what will probably await you and your loved one in Club Valentine.

When the time finally comes, you wake up at 6 a.m. without an alarm clock. Strangely, you don't feel tired at all. On the contrary, you're bursting with energy and even take your bike to buy fresh rolls from the bakery. Back home, you set the table and make every effort to make the whole thing look romantic. You even put a few candles in the middle. You put the envelope with the ticket on Nicole's plate so that she can't miss it.

And it's time for the chewing gum again. You wait, drink three cups of coffee in the next two hours and feel like you can feel every heartbeat like a jackhammer on the asphalt. Then finally you hear steps on the stairs. The handle of the kitchen door is pushed down and Nicole enters the room.

"Happy Valentine's Day," you greet her, hugging her lovingly and giving her a long kiss.

Nicole smiles at you. "Thank you! Happy Valentine's Day to you too," she replies and takes her right hand from behind her back and holds a package the size of a watermelon in front of your face. "Unpack it!" she tells you.

You take the package and run to the dining table.

"No, you first!"

Nicole shakes her head. "I said it first."