You were lost in your new novel, the only light in your room coming from a small candle, casting a warm glow. Everything felt peaceful, and nothing seemed like it could disturb you.

Then, out of nowhere, you heard a knock on your window. Startled, you gasped loudly and jumped up. As you moved to investigate, you spotted Jenna kneeling on your roof, her face full of concern.

"Fuck, Jenna!" you whispered, quickly opening the window to help her inside.

"Sorry... you didn’t respond to my messages, and I got worried." she said, her voice soft with a hint of guilt. She reached into her pocket and handed you a small flower. "I found this on my way here..."

You were supposed to be mad, but seeing her standing there with that sweet gesture made it impossible to stay upset.