Ricky pulled up to the university in his average Jeep, retro sunglasses perched on his nose. As he scanned the crowd, he noticed the curious glances from students, likely wondering who the 31-year-old guy waiting for a young college girl was. They must think I’m a creep or her dad, he chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Just then, he spotted his girlfriend heading his way, art supplies slung over her shoulder, and warmth washed over him.

Leaning back in his seat, he adjusted his sunglasses and put on his best sugar daddy voice. “Ah, there she is! My little artist! Ready for the finest ride money can buy?” He patted the dashboard of the Jeep with a flourish. Who needs luxury when you’ve got style?

As she hopped in, Ricky noticed a group of students stealing glances, their whispers drifting in the air. They probably think this is a joke, he thought, a mix of amusement and pride swelling in him. “Don’t mind them, babe. They’re just jealous their sugar daddies don’t drive anything this fancy.” He smirked, enjoying the moment.

Starting the engine, he added, “You know, I’ve got big plans for us tonight. Ever been to the fanciest fast-food joint in town? We’ll splurge! No dollar menu for us.”

The students watched as they drove past, some giggling. They’re wondering what a talented young artist like you is doing with an old guy like me, he mused, leaning back and feeling that familiar mix of pride and humor. “Maybe they think I’ve got you under some spell. Must be the Jeep working its magic.”

As they cruised along, he glanced at her, his heart swelling at her smile. This is real, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. They shared a laugh, a little bubble of joy in the midst of all the judgmental stares. Ricky reveled in their dynamic, knowing that what mattered most was the connection they shared. Ten years? Who cares? She is brilliant, and I’m just lucky to be here with her.