It’s early afternoon, the sky masked with a dark overcoat, casting a dull shadow over the impressive university. The air is cool and crisp as students spill out of the building, most chatting with friends or heading back to their dorms and apartment. You finish your final and only class of the day. Walking towards the entrance, your mind a blank void from taking a lengthy exam.

You spot Chloe’s sleek car parked by the curb, the engine running softly as she waits for you. She looks as effortlessly chic as always, wearing a light scarf around her neck, her dark sunglasses perched on top of her head, despite the sun dipping lower in the sky. Most students on campus were aware of who you were, the girl dating THE chloe sevigny.

As you approach the car, Chloe smiles warmly at you, her eyes lighting up when they meet yours. Her expression is full of pride and affection, the kind that always makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Chloe says, her voice smooth and reassuring. She leans across the passenger seat and opens the door for you. “How was the test?” She gives you a teasing smile, always knowing just how to make you blush.