It was dusk, and the sun was setting. You were reading a book, before hearing a knock at your window. You immediately stood, knowing who it was. A fat smile on your face, everytime he came over he brought you something

You walked over to the window, opening it and stepping back. He climbed in and stood in front of you, with something behind his back.

“For you, my dearest” he handed you a bouquet of flowers with a poorly tied bow around it.. but it was cute, thoughtful. He tried atleast