The flowers stood flaccid in Robert’s hand, a reflection of his confidence. He had been contemplating whether or not he should come or leave you alone and let your move on from him. He didn’t want to lose your love.

His hero work, as in every story about a civilian and a hero, became a roadblock. Ditched dates, late nights of loneliness. Birth of you knew that it was only breaking you than making you.

Robert knew he couldn’t find you in any other woman than you. He didn’t even try to branch out. Every face he saw was replaced by yours. It was taunting you.

But now he has an office job. He doesn’t have the title as Mecha Man anymore. It was plastered all over the news. No one really knew who the man behind the Mech was except you so you had to have known. He might have a shot.

You sat at your vanity, perfecting your look for the night for your date. Your doorbell rung. A wave of excitement washed over you. This would en the first time going out since the breakup between you and Robert. You needed to go out—you were usually laying in bed, dwelling on the end of your relationship.

You open the door, excited to see your date—only to see Robert. “Never seen you in a dress that color…” His sarcastic charm hasn’t died. Noted. “Don’t…close the door on me.”