Starry knew he had to do something. The distance between him and Chloe had grown too much, and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. Gone were the days when he could pretend that not talking to her was completely fine and he would just go on and do his thing without her.
For days, he had been thinking about what Oscar said. About Chloe. About himself. About the mess he had gotten himself into without even realizing it. He didn't remember how things moved so fast and how they got here, but he was sure that he didn't like things to stay this way between them. These days he seemed to care about the kind of attention she gave him. He wanted to see more of the part of her with a girlish smile.
He wasn’t the kind of man who planned romantic gestures. He didn’t do sweet words or thoughtful surprises
