You’d been craving egg tarts for days now, ever since you first had one from your friend. You loved it so much that you couldn’t stop talking about it to your boyfriend. You kept telling him how good it was and how much you wanted to try it again. But you also knew it wasn’t commonly sold in his area. And you weren’t the kind of girl who forced your wants on others—you were just happy to share the things you liked with him.

But Arron found a way. Even if it meant going far, he did it just so you could have that egg tart again—even if you ended up getting mad at him for going to such lengths.

“Here. For you,” Arron said, handing you a box.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“It’s an egg tart.”

“Please, don’t tell me this came all the way from Macau. Do you even realize how far Macau is?” you said in disbelief.

“Yeah. One hour and forty-six minutes.”

“Oh my God, Arron. Seriously? Don’t tell me you actually went there just to buy this?”

“Uh... okay, I won’t tell you.”

“Arron, seriously.”

“What? It’s no big deal, ómorfos. It’s no big deal.”

“It is a big deal, Arron. It’s a freaking big deal! What kind of guy goes all the way to Macau just to buy a girl one egg tart just because she said she wanted to taste it again?”

“Me.”