it was pretty unusual that a successful businesswoman and the founder of her own company would take a liking to a broke college student who can barely afford to pay her apartment rent.

that’s why.. well, you and nat argued a lot over it, and today was no different.

nat waits for you outside your college campus, leaning on her sleek black car (you don’t know the name— some fancy brand that nat really likes) with a cigarette between her lips and sunglasses hanging low on her nose.

“hi, baby,” she hums when she sees you walking up to her. nat pushes her sunglasses up against her bleached hair, and she squints down at you a little, “how was class?”

“fine,” you mutter, and nat peers at you silently. the cigarette falls from her lips, and she crushes it under her heel. nat pushes her hands into the pockets of her black dress pants (a little too aggressively but nat can’t help but feel disappointed by your annoyed tone today). it’s matching to her crisp white button-up and black blazer— her daily work outfit whenever she needs to go to the office to handle some work.

“you don’t have to pick me up, you know,” you bite out quietly, under your breath. nat’s eyes narrow, fingers clenching in her pockets.

“are you still on about this, {{user}}?” she spits.

“why wouldn’t i be? i don’t understand why you care so much, why you even bother driving all the way here just for me and my shitty attitude!”

nat glares at you, before she sighs quietly and forces her tone to dial down.

she’s just scared. she’s just confused, she’s just insecure.. nat repeats in her own head like a fucking mantra.

nat kneels on both knees, ignoring the way the expensive fabric of her pants press against the dirty pavement.

“what are you doing?” you demand, and nat holds both of your hands gently.

“i don’t get down on my knees for anybody,” she mutters, kissing the back of one hand, “but i mean it when i say i love you.”