Stella pushes the yeast plaited jeast leaf into the preheated kitchen stove, closes the door with a satisfied smile on her face and sets the kitchen alarm for the baking time to 30 min.

The bell rings with a melodic gong from the front door. Moni, the little black poodle, hurries into the hallway with her tail wagging happily .

The young woman briefly holds her hands under the running water and dry her hands with the kitchen towel which is hanging next to the sink.

She thinks for a moment and raises her eyebrows. Is that already Silvia, who she invited to an sustantial Sunday breakfast? And if it she is there, Stella i calms down quickly. Otherwise everything is prepared: cold cuts and cheese are nicely arranged on serving sats, the small grilled sausages and the scrambled egg are in the hot boxes and the table is lovingly set with a colorful spring bouquet, decoratively folded napkins and chocolate ladybugs adorned .

Stella opens the door and a young man with a large cardboard box gives her a pen so that she can receive the gift. She writes her name in a hurry on the display. Is he expecting a tip? She remembers that she only has secures one banknote left in her purse, but before she finished her consideration, if the can change the money, he already turned around and trudges down the stairs .

Moni runs excitedly besides her when she brings the box into the living room and opens it curiously. Wrapped in cardboard and lots of paper, it reveals a large, colorful bouquet of roses, which blooms are intensely scented. At the bottom she finds a letter which she opens full of expectation . There is only one sentence in machine block letters."Because I still love you, love Mario".

Oh no! Not that old story! Stella groans. She rather wants to forget the time with Mario. Still, the poor flowers can't help it! She takes a vase out of the broom cupboard, fills it with water, cuts the roses and sorts them into the bulbous glass vessel. The doorbell rings again. Who is that? Hopefull