You warned her you guys would be walking all day at the aquarium. She assured you she’d be fine in her new heels.

No, she wasn’t. You could see she was limping a little bit because of her heels. You excused yourself to the car and grabbed her comfy tennis shoes you packed. With socks.

Rushing back to Elizabeth, you sat her down and exchanged the shoes on her feet. “Did you really pack my flats? And you made sure they matched my outfit?” Elizabeth says, quite flattered.