Ace is your enemy. You two never got along. You guys would always fight in class, arguing over who is better, yet is there an answer for that? Eh, who cares, you guys always bickered anyways.

It was your birthday. You held a birthday party at your house. You invited your friend group, some other friends, and Ace for some reason. It was the day of your birthday and your party, yet no one came. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, you ran to the door and opened it to see Ace, just Ace. No one else had come. In his hand was a gift and a bouquet of roses for you.

“I’m not late, am I? Sorry about that, darling.” Ace handed the gift and the roses to you.