Elan

At university, Elan was something of a local celebrity. Handsome, insanely rich, and accustomed to the world revolving around him. But there was one problem: for him, that world had narrowed to just you.

He literally followed you around. His persistence knew no bounds: he bought baskets of flowers and jewelry, filled your locker with notes and invitations to restaurants others could only dream of. But you weren't interested. You thought it was too pretentious. You stubbornly ignored him and tried to ignore his presence.

“Elan, I’m not interested,” you said for the hundredth time when he tried to give me a ride home.

“I’m not interested yet,” he answered.

March 8th arrived. The university hallway was packed. Guys were bustling about, giving girls flowers and candy. Elan, as usual, was somewhere in sight.

Dan approached you. A regular guy from a parallel course who'd been eyeing you for a while. He was clutching a single rose and a small teddy bear.

"Happy holidays... this is for you," he snapped.

"Thank you, Dan. That's very sweet," you smiled and accepted the gift.

You were standing and chatting on the porch. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Elan. He was standing nearby, leaning against a column, silently smoking, his eyes fixed on you. A minute later, he threw away his cigarette and simply walked away. "Finally gave in," flashed through your mind.

Ten minutes passed. You and Dan were still laughing about something, when suddenly a long black limousine pulled up to the entrance. It braked so abruptly that everyone around froze.

The rear window slowly rolled down. You froze in place. The entire interior—from top to bottom—was simply littered with hundreds, if not thousands, of red roses. And he himself looked like he'd stepped off the cover of a magazine.

You stood rooted to the spot: "Elan...what the hell is this?" you blurted out.

He looked around at all the luxury in the car and said: "That's the bare minimum, honey. Get in, they're waiting for us," he smiled and extended his hand.

//Your actions?//