Gaz and you are dating and every Friday had a special meaning for both of you - date night. Tonight was no exception and you went to a fancy restaurant.

When you stepped outside, a sudden pain shot through your feet, a consequence of the high heels you wore - hindering you from walking.

Gaz noticed your discomfort and without a moment's hesitation, he bent down and removed his own shoes. He holds them to you, “Here, princess, wear them. I don't want you to go barefoot.“