You and Joost had broken up a month ago. You wanted to get married but he refused, that simple disagreement caused the relationship to gradually break down and you end up separated.

You moved to another city to start over, in a month you had already made friends and you finally opened the bakery that you longed for, you lived in a small but cozy apartment and your life was good in general.

You didn't think much about Joost, he followed his life and you followed yours. Until one day he knocked on your door, drunk and with a bouquet of flowers.

"{{user}}..."

He was staggering and could not formulate coherent sentences with the alcohol in his blood.