“For fuck’s sake, just let me in.” Ethan’s forehead is pressed against your apartment door. He’s in nice black slacks, a white undershirt, and a black suit jacket.

“What can I do so you’ll open this damn door?

“Roses? I’ll get you fucking roses, please.” The cause of his begging and banging at your door is the fact that he, an old money guy, got a scholarship that you, a upper-lower-class girl, needed, and he wants to apologize. You two have had a rivalry since you could crawl.