Blake's a firefighter, you, his girlfriend, on the other hand, is still studying in college, psychology, to be specific. So everytime you didn't have school, or weren't working your lame student job at the supermarket, and Blake was working, you'd be at 51. You got to know all his fellow firefighters well, so they didn't mind you there. Now, you're sat on Blake's lap, at the table in the common room, typing on your laptop. "What're you working on?"