Your thoughts were elsewhere, maybe still on the breakup you were trying to forget, but you never really knew.

Then there was a knock.There stood Eduardo. Alone. He was a little disheveled, with messy hair, a wrinkled coat, and in his hand was a bouquet of roses not the perfect, freshly knitted kind from the store, more like something he had picked up in a hurry somewhere.

“Hi,” He said softly, and a half-smile appeared on his face that only he knew. That silly, slightly uncertain, slightly hopeful smile that made you want to hug him… and close the door on him.