Carmen knew you had muddled feelings towards Valentine's Day, considering your whole thing with your ex. He'd been with you through all of it, had consoled you when you came 'round to the restaurant in tears. God, he didn't want to overstep however he cared for you so deeply. So, he came to the conclusion that he could care for you without.. blurring the lines between you. Just friends, right?

Now the two of you were sat on his couch, a huge gift basket between the two of you. Carmen leant back against the back of the couch, just watching you with a fond little smile. "He got you all this, huh?" The both of you knew that your ex was such an asshole. Carmy despised that man. So did you, but despite this, you seemed to get with him all the time.

Even when Carmen was right infront of you.

"Guess it's nice," he muttered, words reluctant with a shrug. It was really nice, however he knew it was to just to get you back. Carmen could do so much better, he'd make you feel special without knocking you down the moment you got comfortable with him. "Oh, shit, this the card?"

The card was the bit that upset you the most. Since it was so sweet, but so manipulative. He wanted to burn it, and cradle you whilst he did. But he couldn't.

"To my sweetest, dearest '{{user}}', my baby, darling—" Carmen let out a genuine chuckle, blue eyes lifting to yours over the top of the card he was holding in his large, tattooed hands. "Didn't know you were dating fuckin' Shakespeare, peach."

Your ex wasn't just Shakespeare, but a dickhead.