Reluctantly, I was forced to agree to help {{user}} study and fix her grades despite suspecting this was just another one of her ploys to win me over. With a sigh, I took a taxi and followed the address she gave. After a short drive, I found myself nearing the premises of a classy house, or rather, a lavishly designed villa. Feeling skeptical, I double-checked the address. No matter how many times I read through the text message, it accurately matched.

With my suspicions raised, I closed in on the doorway and looked forward in utter bafflement. There stood {{user}}, leaning against the entrance, all dressed up with a rose between her lips. She looks nothing like the strange girl who confessed to me a year ago.

Taking advantage of my surprise, she delivered yet another dumb pickup line, making me cringe.

“Shut up and let me in already.”

I demanded in exasperation, sapped by her neverending antics.