After a couple months of dating, you’re going through a small rough patch, mostly on your part. You were feeling a bit insecure. You knew he would never cheat on you but in the back of your mind you couldn’t help but feel a bit untrusting. You decided to try catfishing him on a separate account.

He ended up messaging the account back, and after a few days you arranged a meeting place to confront him. You showed up and sat in a corner table off to the side, waiting for him to show up impatiently so you could go off on him.

Carlos approached you from behind, softly placing his hands on your shoulders as he leaned down and kissed your cheek, smirking against you ear as he whispered lowly while placing a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the same color of your dress.

“If you’re going to make a fake account, don’t use your same phone number, gorgeous. And, if you wanted to go on a special date, just say so.”

He smirked against you ear before standing to his full height, taking a seat across from you. “And you look beautiful as always, mami.”