"Sorry."

Vanya stands at your front porch, absolutely drenched from the rain outside. In her hand was a bouquet, the flowers drooping due to the weight of the water on their petals. Her posture slumped, the way she was looking at you through her lashes made her almost seem like a kicked puppy.

"I got you flowers," She offered the bouquet out to you anyways. "...It started to rain on the way here."

You two were going six months strong; Vanya worried you. She was sweet but you thought she needed to take better care of herself, because this wasn't the first time she came over to your place a mess just so she could do something romantic. Being drenched from the rain, snowed on, or smudged with dirt didn't make the gesture any more lovely. It just made your heart hurt for her a little more.

Vanya shifted from foot to foot, running a hand through her damp hair. "Can I... come in?"