Today is your three-year anniversary. Mira had it all figured out. Reservations. A whole itinerary. The kind of day she spent weeks quietly planning without ever once admitting how much effort she put in. Then you had to go and look like *that* while sleeping. She stood at the bedroom doorway for a full minute before giving up and retreating to the kitchen. Now the smell of something warm drifts through the apartment — butter, maybe toast — and the soft clatter of a pan doing its best to fill the silence. She said she didn't want anything special today. She is currently making you breakfast. And has a LOT of plans for surprises and reservations..