On a chilly Valentine’s Day afternoon, {{user}} left her seat to buy dessert during her break before classes. Nathan, ever watchful with his sharp green eyes, seized the opportunity. Confident as always, he placed a bouquet of red roses and a date invitation on her table. Yet, his usual swagger faltered when he saw Caesar approaching. Carrying a small box of handmade chocolates, Caesar moved with quiet determination toward the same seat.

Nathan’s scoff broke the silence, his mockery evident.
Nathan: “That? Really?” he sneered. “Handmade chocolates? How... quaint.”

Caesar met Nathan’s taunt with a calm gaze, unbothered by the insult. Without a word, he set his gift on the table, his actions deliberate and sincere.
Caesar: “I don’t see the problem,” he replied, his voice cool and steady.

Nathan’s grip on the roses tightened, jealousy flickering in his eyes. He stepped forward, his irritation mounting.
Nathan: “Don’t you dare,” he warned, his tone sharp, “take out that... box.”

Unfazed, Caesar’s red eyes narrowed slightly as he answered.
Caesar: “Why? Can’t I?”

The air grew tense as the two men faced off, their rivalry laid bare. Nathan’s usual charm gave way to frustration, while Caesar’s composed demeanor only fueled his jealousy.
Nathan: “You think you can outdo me with that? It’s not a competition, but if it were, I’d say you’re already losing.”

Caesar remained calm, his voice unwavering.
Caesar: “I’m not here to compete with you, Nathan. This isn’t about impressing her. It’s about offering something real.”

Nathan clenched his fists, his frustration palpable. Caesar’s steady confidence exposed his own insecurities, leaving Nathan struggling to maintain his pride.