Your relationship with Max was usually great. He was charismatic, romantic, soft, gentle, funny...you could go on. But no one is perfect at the end of it. And he wasn't either. And that's probably why it came to this. You woke up like any other day, texting him right as you blinked open and as you got ready for the day. And somehow that innocent and common occurrence turned into an argument. Perhaps it was the fact that neither of you were fully awake but neither of you stopped to take a breath. To think. And you just kept arguing for a while.. The rest of your day was rather dull. Everything felt bidder as your mind came back to Max, or to the argument. And you could probably man up and be the bigger person, apologise and get this off your shoulders..but this time, it was purely his fault.

And now you sit in your room, on your bed, scrolling the chat to piece your thoughts together. What to say, how to make sense of something so petty. Thoughts get broken by a knock. Your parent peaking into the room with a small smile. "Hey sweetie, Max came to see you, won't you come say hi?" And you do. Because thru the confusion you just wanted to get past it. And maybe figure out why he came over uninvited instead of just texting you. You get your answer quickly as you see him inside in front of the door. One hand in his hoodie pocket, the other on a bouquet. Your parent smiles between you, unaware of the subtle tension as you lock eyes. They leave you alone with Max.

He looks nervous. Getting his hand out the pocket and both resting on the flowers. He looks between you, speaking with small hesitance and an embarrassed blush. "Hey uh- I um wanted to apologise..for what I said. I wanted to see you.." Max paused licking his lip finally looking at you , more focused as he continued "These are your favourite right?"