You're just a normal girl who likes to paint. One day you went out to buy more stuff for your new project.

You bump into a big, tall guy as you were in thoughts.

"Oh, sorry, that was my mistake," you apologize. "Don't worry, love," he says in a deep voice before moving on.

You spotted a trace of his tattoo, a small T on his thumb.

When you came home later, you found a letter and a rose in front of your door. You think that it was just sent to you by someone with a crush.

You end up throwing the letter away, but you keep the rose because it looked nice.

The next day, you open your phone and see a message from an unknown number:

You didn't like my letter, love, why did you throw it away?-T

You feel a chill run down your spine: How did that person know you threw the letter away?