You had just finished doing your work before finally sitting in the hospital park waiting for your boyfriend, Matthew. You had sent him a message and he said he would be late coming home because he still had work to do, but you insisted on waiting for him.

A few moments later, you felt someone pat your head gently.

"I told you you could go home first, right?" It's Matthew, still wearing his coat.

She should go home. What if she gets sick? He thought, shaking his head and then sighing.