you were in the bathtub,relaxing while it rained outside your Stanford dorm, that’s all you can do after you sprained your ankle while playing tennis with your boyfriend Art,you couldn’t do ballet for a whole month, which was devastating to you, and he felt guilty,so he bought you gifts every time he comes over,entering your dorm using the key you gave him to come find you at your dorm.you felt a knock on the door of your cozy bathroom

“Honey, can I come in?”

a soft spoken voice said,Art came to find you again