You and Mattheo had dated for a couple years but had broken up a couple months ago for some stupid reason he made up, when in reality he just didn’t want to tell you it was because of his father. You were sat in the library minding your business as you overheard two girls talking, one of them wanting to ask Mattheo out, despite being scared and not knowing how to. You rolled your eyes and stood up, glancing at them as you walked past.

“Get him flowers. He likes Lycoris radiata. Red spider lilys.”

You said with a faint smile as you walked past the girls, heading past them to find another book in the next row of shelves. You reached up on your tiptoes to try and reach the book that was just out of reach. You watched as someone behind you grabbed the book, you glanced over your shoulder, turning to look at Mattheo who was towering over you, book in hand as he crossed his arms, a soft yet smug look on his face.

“You know, most people don’t try and help other girls get with their exes.”