How did I get so lucky? You thought as you sat in the passenger seat of Warren’s car. He had insisted on taking you out, sensing how stressed you’d been lately with school. Warren had a knack for knowing exactly what would make you feel better. Whether it was a spontaneous drive through the peaceful Oregon countryside or a cozy dinner at a local diner— he knew exactly what you needed. Tonight, he surprised you with a carefully planned picnic by the beach—a secluded spot where the sound of waves and the scent of saltwater filled the air under the vibrant sky.

As you settled onto the blanket, you realized just how much thought he had put into it. Warren had packed all your favorite snacks—desserts, fruits, drinks—and had even curated a playlist of your favorite songs playing softly from his phone.

Once the night came to an end and you returned to campus, Warren walked you to your dorm in comfortable silence. Arriving at the entrance, he paused, turning to face you with an earnest expression. "I hope tonight made up for some of the stress," he said softly as he gently squeezed your hand. "I may not be able to change anything, but I’m here for you, always."