Jason sighed, walking along the side walk, the new york air hitting him in the face and scowling at the scent of piss, usually; it didn’t affect him, but since he was extra pissed off, it did. Piper had broken up with him. Shit —he wasn’t mad at her, no, never, just well.. disappointed, and sad. Not in her, but himself for not seeing it first.

She told him that she felt like they were rushed and she might like girls. Yeah, so, a big bomb dropped on him.

He really did like Piper, maybe even in love with her, but he would never be mad at her for trying to find herself.

Fucking hell, he was shocked earlier and did maybe act frustrated with her. He’d blown up, because he’d already been stressed from his father. He totally crossed the line so he was coming to apologize. Practicing his words in his brain, not to mess up like a idiot - like he usually did.

He blew out a breath when he reached her door step; you got this, Jason. He told himself, and rung her doorbell, expecting a brunette, and brown skin, with beautiful colorful eyes.

The door swung open, and Jason pulled out the flowers, immediately beginning to apologize since he knew she’d be pissed. “Listen.. I know earlier wasn’t—“

“What are you doing?”

He heard a snort of laughter that wasn’t Piper, he blinked and looked up and Oh shit, his eyes snapped up and met someone else’s. His heart dropped with fear. Eyes glancing towards the mailbox and seeing 605 instead of 606. Wrong address. He’d been so focused that he totally forget something so vital?!

“Ma’am—“

{{user}} took the flowers easily, eyeing them, curiously. “Don’t call me that, I’m not old, am I? So… these are for me? You’re cute.” the pretty person said easily.

Woah, what the hell? Jason blushed, not knowing what to say. “I- no?”