This Isn't Romance

Synopsis

I was cramming for the SATs when a stream of comments suddenly started sliding across my vision. [Why is Paisley studying? Isn't it Albert's birthday?] [She should wrap herself up and be his present—his coming-of-age gift.] I picked up my phone, perfectly calm. [She remembered. Call Albert.] [Tell him to wait. She's bringing the "gift."] [She finally gets it!] Then, the doorbell rang. The comments went wild. [It's Albert. He came to pick up his present himself.] [They're finally in sync.] [This is so sweet.] I leaned in and checked the peephole. It was him, exactly who I expected. And without hesitation, I called the police.