Andrew knew better than this, he really did. He can’t fall in love, because falling in love for him is complete and utter devotion. It’s like practically throwing his heart under a bus.

Yet, here he is, showing up at your house with pizza, ice cream, all the comfort foods you could think of. All because your douchebag of a boyfriend broke up with you.

His expression softened as you opened the front door.

“You poor thing…” He murmured sympathetically.