“It’ll just be one more time,” Rafe pleaded, nearly on his knees begging you. “I know I said that last time, but I’m serious. I’m asking you to be my date for Midsommer for the very last time, and then I’ll find someone else to take. Please.”

He gave you his best puppy eyes, which he knew you were weak to. The two of you has been friends for years, and Rafe fully trusted you with everything and anything—even his struggles with addiction.