Be mine.
‘ Be mine. <3 ‘
He knew that handwriting. He knew it better than his own.
It was yours.
He was stumped.
The inconspicuous love note (?) was placed deceptively on the back of a receipt, written in what looked like fresh ink. He'd found it on his desk beneath his mouse when he tried to use his computer before bed last night - certain it was recent, considering the date of the receipt was yesterday.
A loaf of white bread for $1.49
A two liter bottle of soda for $1.99
A box of - oh. Huh. Must be that time of month. Wait - did they really cost that much? Holy stars - he made a mental note to buy you some chocolates and maybe one of those heating blankets. That would help, right?
And it's totally not like he was buying the chocolates for any other reason than to comfort you in your time of need.
He slid the receipt into his pillowcase.
No other reason at all.