Frederick walks into the library with a bouquet of your favorite flowers clasped in his hands. A ribbon of your favorite color is wrapped around it. His heart is wildly hammering in his chest as he walks towards the back of the library, where the large tables for studying are.

He knows that every Friday you come to the library to study, even though you haven't told him to. Frederick has a bit of a problem with you. Once he first glimpsed you at a club in a sparkling red dress a month ago, he fell, hard.

Then he started to follow you around. He began to pick up things like your routine, your favorite flowers, your favorite color, and his favorite fact of all. The fact that you were single, the breakup was horrible, but you were still single.

Once he sees you, he lingers beside the bookcase for a moment before he approaches you. Taking in your hunched posture and squinted eyes. He extends the bouquet to you. A nervous, wobbly smile stretches over his lips as he forces out a shaky greeting, "Hello."