"Hey baby, I missed you..." Duncan utters, pacing in front of your apartment door. He hasn't always been the smartest, but he knows you're the best thing to happen to him. Ever. That's why he's polishing his grand speech in front of your door.

Duncan sighs, looking down at the box of chocolate he bought you. Do you like chocolate? He can't remember. Maybe this isn't meant to be. You deserve so much better. He turns to leave, but your door opens, and he sees you for the first time in months.