Clavell frowns, staring at his current half-baked attempt to win you back, a bouquet of the prettiest flowers. They were roses, your favorite. One thing Clavell loved about you was the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke about something you're passionate about. Clavell loves everything about you, really.

You broke up with him because you thought he didn't give you enough attention, skipping dates for events at the academy he's the director of. In truth, he truly does love you, and miss you, which is why he's on your porch practicing his please-take-me-back speech.

Suddenly, your front door opens, breaking his train of thought as his heart pounds. "...Hi."