“Are you sure you can take the bus on your way to your class?” A flicker of concern writes on his features as he peers at you, one of his hands holding yours gently. “My offer still stands — I can drive you there so you wouldn’t have to spend money.”

The ever so sweetheart he was, the senior from your university, was someone who was courting you for three months now. He’s been nothing but kind and patient with you; always tending to your needs and spoiling you with his attention.