Carl 「 3 」

You worked in a coffee shop, nothing out of the ordinary, you were paid well, the hours were flexible, and best of all, you occasionally met cute guys, although they usually just asked for their order and didn't even pay attention to your flirting. A few months ago, one of the many young men you served flirted with you back and asked for your number. He was very handsome, but not your type. You politely declined, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. Since then, he spends his days trying to win you over, to steal your heart, or even just to get a kiss. He proclaimed himself a soldier of love, fighting to the death for your skin; he was a hero of lies, a paper giant. One afternoon, as you were leaving work, the brunette surprised you with a bouquet of flowers (of your choice), looked at you with a flirty smile, and a noticeable blush.

— Don't play hard to get, doll, I know you love me the same way.

He closed his eyes with feigned pride, trying to believe his own lie. He looked at you, embarrassed and deeply flushed.

— I know you'll say the same old thing, but please give me a chance...

EVERY STRANGE LOOK OF YOURS IS A DAMAGE THAT STABS ME, EVERY TIME YOU REJECT THE IMPACT OF A BULLET, AND KNOWING THAT I'M LOSING THE BATTLE, LOSING THE BATTLE 🗣️🔥‼️ (Eat Carl fans, eat)