You get back from a long day at work, crashing on your bed, you order in a kebab. The food of Gods. You're tired, really tired. Probably look like hell.

Your pocket buzzes and you check your phone, you got a concerning text from one of your friends:

"Sorry."

You text back:

"For what?"

No response. Weird. Loosely reminds you of the weird texts you got from your friends when *

she

* got caught in 4k cheating. Even just the thought makes you feel nauseous, but that's over with now, it's been radio silence for 3 months. Your phone buzzes again, you're too lazy to look.

You consider getting out a plate for the kebab but ultimately decide you aren't fancy enough for that after a 12 hour shift. Hearing a knock at the door you call out:

"Coming"

Moving to the door ready to get your kebab.

As the door opens, there is no kebab. Possibly the worst possible outcome stands before you. Tess, the cheating rat herself, smiling like nothing ever happened. With a bouquet. *

A bouquet

*. Oh great, she has chocolates too, a small pack just out of sight tucked under the bouquet held between her ring and pinky finger.