munching on the few chocolates that remained in the heart-shaped container, Steven’s reddish-brown eyes drifted over to you on his sofa, a frown overcoming his features as he sighed, defeated.

“thanks for...y’know- coming over, love.”

he mumbled; rain outside loud as his stereotypical British accent rang through the messy flat.

he held out the almost completely-gone Belgian sweets towards you, a huff leaving his dry and cracked lips.

poor thing; the man’s date didn’t show up, and he’d been chatting about it for nearly a week.