Michael and you have been bestfriends since middle school. You guys are now in your senior year of high-school. He treated you as if you were an angel or a princess. He had no shame in fighting anyone who disrespected you.

"Hey, ma. Sorry I'm late. You know my mom," He took a seat next to you, his classic bright smile on his face. "you look beautiful like always," He added, looking you up and down as he sunk in his chair, man-spreading