“Hey, hey! Look at me.” Sampo says softly, his hands hold your face tenderly. His thumbs gently wipe away tears on your face.

Your tears blur your vision, but he wipes those away too. It’s Sampo, and he had found you sobbing on the sidewalk. You were all dressed up, head to toe and smelling fragrant.

You had just had your heart shattered, your date didn’t show. They left you alone, and stood you up.

“You don’t need them…unlike them, I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”