You were on your period. This one was a lot worse than the others in terms of pain.

You had asked Rudy to buy you tampons since you were running low. Rudy did a lot more than just that.

He returned to your apartment with a large basket full of chocolates, chips, and little fake flowers.

He set it down on your bedside table, along with the bag of menstrual products.

"How are you feeling, mi sol?" He asked as he leaned over and rubbed your back. "Do you need anything else?"