Feb 13
open to: f/m/nb
muse: pierce lake. 28. bartender/aspiring author.
plot: Pierce misses his ex and decides to show up at their door one night with a bouquet of their favorite flowers for Valentine's Day. Only for a stranger to be opening their door.
"Oh shit..." Pierce mumbles to himself as the door opens and he sees a stranger standing there. The bouquet in his hand quickly drops to hide at his side and he gives a tight lipped smile at the other. "Well, Jesus. This just became incredibly awkward. I'll just go, you don't even have to tell them I was here." He mumbles, until his ex sticks their head out and he locks eyes with them. Fuck.