My husband and I met in an advertisement.
Do you smell coffee?
I lived on the first floor, the window was open and I baked the chicken. I looked out the window and he stood there, so sad and sad))
And my chicken smells. I looked at him and he looked at me. In general, I invited him, he said he was a poor, hungry student, ate half chicken and ran away.
WOW: And the next day I came with flowers and confessed that he was the director of the company, and under the window was standing because I like him for a long time and I realized that he came back for me.
Maybe he returned for the chicken in the second half?