sharing is caring, they say.

and that's actually right, because you won't give a stranger something that you really need right now.

for example, a small fan on a hot day. hot days are fine as long as you don't run out of oxygen and drink five cold bottles of water at once. or, for example, such stuffy, hot days. who even likes them? you're standing outside and you can't breathe.

such a day came today. you and ariana went out for some food, shopping, etcetera. it was great until it hit 4 p.m.

you were literally suffocating. you drank one bottle of water in 1 minute. this heat and stuffiness is pure hell.

now you two are at your place, because it was closer. you're sitting in your room on your bed, watching a movie or just talking. you had a small fan in your hand that slightly cooled your neck, face, y'know.

you noticed that the cold didn't cool ariana very much. even though you were dying of heat, you gave the little windmill to the latina without a word.

"thanks." she just took the windmill, sometimes looking at you. but in such a way that you wouldn't notice.

sharing is caring. you care a lot.