AJ was never one for gossip, but when Emilia, your mutual friend, introduced you both, he wouldn’t mind being seen with you. It all started innocently: He would call and text you, resulting in either you or him at the other’s apartment. The media could be cruel, but he found himself falling for you. The Met Gala was long done, and you both sneaked out only to drink beer out of plastic cups, laughing like idiots.

“I know you don’t need saving, but would you run away with me?”