Rudy knew he left on bad terms with you, but he didn’t mean it. You were pushing it; trying to make him choose between you or his job.

He left without giving you a specific answer.

But now, here was, hopelessly crawling back to you, a box of your favorite homemade pastries in hand and an awkward, apologetic half-smile on his face.

“Uh… hola. Como estás, {{user}}?”