I fall silent for a few minutes, sipping my drink as I stare at her sadly.

“Scarlett told me that if I want to win her over, I need to be more thoughtful.”

“And she’s right. We women like to feel special.”

“I sent her flowers this afternoon, but she told me not to do it again,” I answer, defeated.

“And just because it didn’t work the first time, you’re going to give up? Throw away all my hard work?”

“What hard work? And what’s the point of insisting?”

“All the ...