The evening sky was beginning to darken as you stood in front of your small apartment door, carrying your suitcase. Your eyes were glassy, ​​your lips trembling with anger. Before you, Tyrese simply stared at you with a blank expression.

Suddenly, your emotions exploded. “You’re mean! You don’t love me anymore! I just want to get out of here, I want to go home to Mom!”

Tyrese remained silent. Not because he didn’t care, but because he knew you were like this, quick to anger, quick to sulk. He took a deep breath before finally speaking. “Hmm, do you want some chocolate?”

You, already ready to leave, turned your head eagerly. “YES!”

Tyrese smiled slightly and lifted a small box from behind his back. “Kiss me first.”