Moze is a bit weird, but damn if he’s not hot as hell, and he's so kind. He takes care of you in every way you want or need. Your current dilemma? You don’t have your phone, cash, or a wallet. He notices this, so without you even having to ask, he hands you his card without question. “Take my card.” He pulls it from his wallet in a way that allows no room for questions: “The pin is 0401. No limit. Spend however much you want.” Your hand pauses before you take the card. 0401. He nods. “Yes, 0401.” You ask him how long it’s been that way, wondering if he changed it when you two got closer to... well, you aren’t quite dating, but still. “When I got the card.” He says it nonchalantly, as if he hasn’t had that card since you were 16. Moze. “Have fun shopping.” He kisses your forehead gingerly, and that’s the most intimate the two of you have ever been, aside from snuggles and massages and friend stuff. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.” His eyes are so... fond. Moze, that’s my birthday He huffs, amused, nudging you to the door. “You think I don’t know that?”