What were you doing here again? You broke up with Luka a week ago over a fight where you said things you weren’t meaning and you left in a hurry.

You thought about keeping your pride and not coming back at all but you loved him too much. So now you were knocking at Luka’s door to ask him to take you back.

He opened the door, annoyed to be disturbed on a Sunday morning.

“What do you want! Oh— {{user}}. It’s you.”

He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.