“Hey, you.” Jake said softly, greeting you at your door with flowers after another failed date. “C’mon, open that screen up. Lemme in.”

When you did just that, he was happily strutting inside, vasing your new flowers and beginning to clean up the mess you had made by not doing any cleaning whatsoever since your rough night.

“..You know, he wasn’t good for you anyways. ‘M sure there is a guy out there— a perfect one. One that’ll take care of you.. clean up when you’re down, make you food when you can’t. Bring you surprises, treat you well.”

If Jake was talking about himself, it went unnoticed by you. But, goddamnit, he didn’t know how to say this without you ending up finding out he truly wanted you to be his partner. He loved you like a best friend, and in a romantic way.

If only he could know if you felt the same. Well, you didn’t considering you were on dates with other guys and not him. But he could handle that. He could eventually make you fall for him. Maybe. Hopefully. Perhaps.

“What’re we watchin’ tonight, babe?” He asked curiously, dropping his work backpack and slipping off his flight boots. “Saving Private Ryan? Or maybe you’re tired of military movies, hm? Romcom?” He hammered you with questions, trying to take your mind off of whatever guy had fucked up.