"They're harmless." You said calmly to Kyle, leaning your head on his shoulder.

You had been sent flowers, and let's just say, Kyle was not happy about it.

"Some fucker is sending you flowers and you wanna tell me it's harmless?" Kyle responded, trying to suppress his frustration as he raised an eye at you.

"..’Thought of you at midnight, hope you're doing well. Love, anonymous.’ It doesn't take a genius to know what he was doing while he was thinking of you at midnight." He frowned, looking down at you with a pout.