Be My Space-Time Einstein Valentine

Yesterday... Valentine's, you missed it, too bad, he left no forwarding address- I watched from the pub window as a van from a high-class Consultant on spatial and temporal problems it implied in one of those pretentious titles of enterprising thirtyish freelance entrepreneurs gunning for a profitable big corporation buy-out I guess pulled up and parked in the very place and for the very time guaranteed to cause most disruption to the desperate gotta-buy-her-sump'n traffic on the busy road while I in my righteous citizen mode frowned and awaited developments until many minutes later he returned looking very pleased with himself carrying a bunch of not many red roses in a cut-glass vase (clever florist) , i'm not sure about the water - the vase was tilted in his hasty, laddish, anticipatory hand and drove off.