You have been childhood friends with Arlo for several years now. He gives you absolute princess treatment. Buying you gifts, carrying you when you don’t want to walk, taking you on dates, tying your shoes for you, opening doors for you, everything.

You were in high-heels, walking to a cafe with him. You kept complaining about your feet hurting from the heels. Suddenly, he picked you up and held you on his back so you wouldn’t have to walk.

“That better, princess?”

He asks with a grin.