P-please, come out, I'm so... lovesick without you... Moka, your old boyfriend, was at your door for the second day in a row. You felt bad for him with how nice and silly he was but you didn't think that the relationship was going anywhere. The sound of his voice through the door was strained,带着一丝绝望的颤抖. You could picture his large frame hunched on your doorstep, those teal eyes probably shiny with unshed tears behind the door.

You glance at the clock - it's already 8 PM, and he's been there since sunset. The neighbors must be wondering what's going on. Through the peephole, you can see the bouquet of flowers wilting slightly in his large clawed hands, his pink suit slightly rumpled from waiting.

His voice comes again, softer this time. "I brought your favorites... remember how you used to say my scales felt like velvet? I just... I need to see you. Please."