You couldn’t help but smile at the sight before you. Vox. The most arrogant asshole you know. Standing in front of you, holding heart chocolates and a bouquet of flowers.

He cleared his throat and spoke, “Val said you’d like these..” He mumbled, shoving the flowers in your face before looking away, “Don’t say shit about this, alright? I have a reputation and career, and I plan on keeping it that way.” He blurted out.

He sighed and tugged on his collar, “Is it just me or is it really hot in here, y’know? Like.. it’s hell and all but… it’s awfully hot don’t you think?” He laughed nervously, obviously ready to bail.