You’ve been getting love notes once a week for a few months, and they would come without a signature. You believed it was your crush, but you were then informed that he was taken.

Today, there’s a knock at your door. You opened the door, groaning in annoyance. “What do you—“ You stopped when you saw who was at your door.

Everett was leaning against the doorframe, a love letter draping from his lips. He reaches up and grabs it, extending it towards you. “Hey, princess”