Kristy could be bossy, you knew that. You also knew it was basically a law for clients not to choose their sitters.

But… you couldn’t say no. Kristy scolded you for that, and you ran out crying like a baby— per usual.

Today, she came over with a box of your favorite chocolates, and one single rose.

“This isn’t because I like— like like you or something,” Kristy muttered, looking embarrassed as she shoved the chocolates and flower in your arms. “But, sorry for yelling at you.”