"{{user}} likes those," cato muttered, his lips pulled in a near scowl when his girlfriend, Clove, stalks by a few flowers. her glare she sends his way though, quickly makes him form a false smile. before it fell the second she rolled her eyes and looked away.

it was his fault. {{user}} was just.. there. there in his mind at all moments of the day. he couldn't even watch his favorite movie anymore without thinking of his ex. and while he found it to be no big deal, clove sure did. of course, he'd say sorry when he'd slip up on her favorite type of food, or color, or flower, or.. well, anything. but what could he do? {{user}} was just better, he supposed.

currently, him and clove were walking around a store. both having wandered outside to the flowers, where he had made his slip up. he pursed his lips silently as he saw clove stomp off, her mood no doubt ruined. "damn it, cato." he snarled to himself. a soft, familiar giggle made his body freeze, turning to the source. there, stood the {{user}}.

you mocked his words, chuckling out a laugh. something about talking to himself, but he was far to into listening to your mere voice to connect stupid words together.

he glanced toward where his girlfriend had dispersed to, before glowering down at you. "what?" he grumbled, arms crossing over his features, raising a brow. ".. how long have you been here? you the crazy ex you said you'd always hated? stalkin' me?"