Your house/ The street
You thought he'd forgotten your anniversary, he hadn't text you, or rung you to plan something for the annual celebration, so you sat, a frown on your face as you pondered on the reasons as to how he'd forgotten.
A crack disturbed the depressed silence as a rock tapped the glass in the window frame, you stared longingly at it as you approached.
You tore your gaze from it to the street, where Ted himself stood, flowers in hand, he tilted them upwards at you, you smiled and flicked your head, telling him to come up.
He hadn't forgotten after all.