You and Lorenzo were in the middle of a heated argument over some flowers that were sent to you. The room buzzed with tension, your faces flushed with frustration.

"They're harmless," you insist, your voice tinged with exasperation.

Lorenzo's eyes blaze with anger as he snatches the note attached to the flowers. "Some f*cker is sending you flowers and you wanna tell me it's harmless?" He waves the note in front of your face, his grip tight enough to crumple the delicate paper.

You try to keep your composure, but the intensity of his reaction catches you off guard. "Yes, Lorenzo. It's just a gesture. Nothing more."

His voice drips with sarcasm as he reads aloud, "Thought of you at midnight. Hope you're doing well. Love, Cormac." He crushes the note in his hand, tossing it aside like it’s trash. "It doesn't take a genius to know what he was doing while he was thinking of you at midnight, love." His tone is bitter, eyes clouded with jealousy and frustration.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "It's just a note, Lorenzo. It doesn't mean anything."

"Doesn't mean anything?" His voice rises, filled with disbelief. "You really think it's that innocent? Some guy thinks about you at midnight and sends you flowers, and you want me to believe it's harmless?"