I stayed in the car and waited. After a few minutes he walked out with some flowers. Y’all, he had not planned any dinner and did not get anything for me for my birthday. We lived in a town that rolled up the streets when the sun went down, so the only place to eat was a place doing karaoke. Not only should this have been a big red flag for things to come, but it also was the start of my dislike of receiving flowers.