Out of all the days luck could have chosen to abandon him.

Standing at your doorstep like this, with his hair all mussed up and his once-dapper suit marred by street puddle stains, Jade feels strangely out of place. Even the bouquet he’d gotten for you is in disarray, its scattered petals resembling an unfinished painting. If you catch him at the right angle, you’d notice the faint scratches on his face, a result of a petty and—like most things that involve his brother—childish squabble with Floyd. Something about mushrooms, though the details elude him at this point.

As always, you look breathtaking. The moonlight accentuates the brilliance in your eyes, or so he tries to tell you. He's a bit breathless himself, see. Perhaps from the frantic running he did upon realizing he was running late for your date.

“I—” Jade starts, ready to offer some sort of excuse to divert your attention from his folly, but his bravado slips, his perfect smile wavering under the weight of his frustration, and he sighs. “—apologize you have to see me in such a state.”

He should've just taken you on that goddamn hike.