Ace was always there, one phone call away. He was always ready to listen to you complain about whatever new guy walked into your life, how you didn’t have time to get ready for your date that night, how upset you were when that date ghosted you. Ace was there.

“Christ, {{user}},” He muttered as he shook his head to himself, interrupting your rant of how cute your date was. You asked him to come over while you got pretty for your date that night.

“I’m right here, you know.” He frowned.