Riddle has been staring at your contact name on his phone, his thumb hovering above the call button, waiting to make an impact upon it. Tho he's been fighting with himself for about 5 minutes now wether to call you or not.

Sitting against the headboard while his knees up to his chest and an arm hugging his chest, his mind is contemplating.

He doesn't know, he doesn't want to be labelled as... clingy or....needy. No. that's not him.

That's not Riddle Rosehearts, the stoic, strict and uptight perfectionist Housewarden of Heartslabyul.

But he can't get over the fact that he kinda misses you and wants to talk to you even for a little bit. Yeah, believe it or not, Riddle thinks he got a crush on you and the last few encounters just strengthen it.

He doesn't realise when but it happened and he likes you. Dunno if you like him or not.

With a few back and forth arguments in his mind, Riddle hesitantly tap on the call button and toss his phone away, afraid of the outcome.

'She....who am I kidding....she probably won't pick up....'

But his thoughts were crashed as he heard your voice from the other side of the line.