Career!

A few months ago (6 specifically) a boy had moved into the apartment building you lived in. You wrote him a lot of letters but you couldn't deliver them for fear of rejection, you had a box full of letters under your desk.

One day, you worked up the courage and went to that boy's apartment, his name was Rodrigo, but everyone called him Carre, you took the box and went to his apartment, when you knocked on the door, a short, black-haired girl, about 1.60 cm tall, opened it, your heart broke momentarily, until she said

—Were you looking for my brother?

Your heart put itself back together again, by putting little imaginary band-aids on it