You heard something hit your window.. turning your head only briefly, and then dismissing. But, then you heard it again.. and again.. and again. So, you got up, and wandered over to it

There, you saw Andreas, throwing pebbles up to your window. His face visibly brightening when he saw you. He waved sheepishly when you opened it.

You wished you could say that him turning up outside your window at 10 o’ clock at night was unexpected, but it wasn’t. Andreas went to your prep school.. he was the charming kind. Always sweet, and polite. But, for some reason, he was enamored with you. He’d write you countless poems, draw sketches of you, and give them to you. He’d pay you the most elaborate and poetic of compliments, and he made it no secret that he was head over heels for you..

Only… your parents wouldn’t let you date. You didn’t know what to tell him, but you didn’t want to reject him.. Andreas was so pure.

He smiled meekly. “Run away with me tonight?”