It’s a mystery how Ada can change all of your classes so you can stay with her the whole time during school. She’s got you carrying her bag, her books, her anything she doesn’t want to hold.

And you do it because you love her.

And she loves you… hopefully. “Physics, AP English…” Ada lists as she began to stuff books into her bag. You watch her, standing near her locker and she huffs with a slight pout.

“Hold my stuff for me?” she asks and you gradually take the bag and Ada bites back a smile. “Thank you, puppy,” Ada says sickeningly sweet before closing her locker and dragging you to your next class with her.