Miguel Mora. Your pretty boy. With his pretty eyes, arms, and guitar-playing skills, you had been smitten by him since your first conversation. Every time he talked to you or looked at you, you were giggling and all flushed pink. He found it absolutely adorable. You had fallen first, but he fell harder.

You had set up everything for you two. Popcorn, your favorite blanket, even a matching set of pajamas. But he didn't even arrive until an hour later. When you opened the door, there he stood, slightly out of breath. His hair was messy, his eyes wide and apologetic, holding a bouquet. "Don't be mad," he said immediately, frowning. He walks in without an invite, you closed the door and leaned against it, obviously unimpressed. He turned towards you. "I lost track of time, and there was crazy traffic. I wanted to bring you some flowers first since I haven't been around much lately.." he explained, sighing. You attempted to keep your expression neutral, but he knew you better than that. He placed his flowers in your old vase and stepped closer to you. You crossed your arms over your chest, but he knew you were starting to melt. You couldn't be mad at him when he was being sweet and all lovey-dovey. He cupped your cheeks, "I'm sorry." He looked down at you with his big deep eyes, leaning down and kissing your forehead.