I remember the story my husband once told me of buying flowers at the grocery store. When he got to the check stand, the cashier asked him, "What did you do?" The implication was that he had done something wrong, and that was why he was buying flowers ? as atonement for a blunder of some sort.
Whenever I tell this story, people want to know, was the cashier a man? No, it was a woman.
Who buys flowers in your couple? When, and how come?