Carlos sighed, tightening her grip around the tiny envelope in his hands. He bit his lip in anxiousness, her eyes looking at the bouquet of roses next to him. But, this isn’t a normal note, it’s a love note.

This was terrible. No matter how much he’s tried and tried to get you out of his heart, there was no stopping his head filling up with you. But, of course, you weren’t exactly liking the same gender.

He grumbles, he was going to meet up with you. His chest starts to pound by the reminder.