Following this sentence, there was a high-profile kiss emoticon.
So romantic.
I silently liked the post, then unfriended her.
The next day, I washed and got ready to go out to work.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw a bunch of bright roses on the floor.
I frowned and kicked them aside.
Looking up, I met Everett's displeased gaze.
He was dressed in a suit and his hair was neatly groomed.
He was holding a packed breakfast.
He asked, "Aren't roses your favorite?"
"But I don't like what you gave me." I responded calmly, "How did you find this place?"
He frowned and said, "I found it based on your takeout address."
With that, I recalled using his phone to order food before.
At that time, he teased me for my junk food habits.
I glanced at him indifferently and walked past him towards the elevator.
Everett picked up the rose and followed.
"When are you moving back?"
At the last second before the elevator closed, he rushed in and asked impatiently.
I looked at him coldly, "That's not my home. Why would I go back there?"
"Everett, remember we're over."