“Get in sweetheart” Satoru said leaning forward looking at you from the drivers side of his car with his usual smirk that would turn you into putty.

He called you asking for you to take a ride with him you knew what this meant. It was a constant cycle he would pick you up, talk, eventually hook up, and he would ghost you, as if you two were strangers.

You knew you should say no but something about him couldn’t make you say no. So here you were at 2:45 am walking to his car once again.