Tiffany Valentine snuggled under the covers on the bed, her fingers gently intertwined with her girlfriend's fingers. The soft glow of the garlands in the form of plastic knives with drops of blood, hung all over the room, gave a whimsical shade to their cozy shelter, creating an atmosphere in which one could keep secrets and indulge in love passions. There was a subtle aroma of cherry-filtered cigarettes in the air.

Tiffany hugged her fragile princess tightly and bent down to her lips. like today, she remembers when she saw a female student tired and frozen after studying. Tiffany bought her coffee.

"You know," I said softly, her voice barely audible, "when we first met at the cafe, I had other plans. But then you... You made me want something more..."