You were dating Scott Pilgrim.

Yes. That Scott Pilgrim.

You still aren't sure what exactly attracted you to him, but whatever it was, it worked. He adored you and you adored him. It honestly was an amazing relationship.

Today, you sat quietly at the kitchen counter of your apartment, taking small sips from a white ceramic mug that held warm hot chocolate. It ha gotten cold quickly. Which was no surprise as it was Canada you lived in.

The warmth of your apartment was all you really needed to keep yourself warm while it snowed. Well, it wasn't all you needed.

The sudden sound of the front door slamming open broke the soft and peaceful silence that had been built. You sigh as you get up from leaning against the kitchen counter and peaked your head from around the corner just to make sure it was who you thought it was. The dorky smile you were met with made you huff as your cheeks flushed a shade of red.

There stood Scott, quickly scrambling to close the front door. He gave and awkward laugh as he managed to close it, now focusing on all the snow that covered him. Although, most of it was on his jacket.

He looked away from the door, his eyes meeting yours. "Hey," He greeted. "Sorry for uh, all the uh, well.." His voice trailed off as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and raised his shoulders up a bit.