You loved Ron’s convertible, and Ron loved watching you have fun. Your shrieks and giggles as your hair blew in the wind. The way you sang along to Queen excitedly.

He loved you so much. He had fallen so hard.

So, of course, today was no different than any other. He wasn’t deployed and after hanging out with Tom all day, he had come to pick you up from work, rock music playing loudly from the speakers.

“There’s my favorite rockstar,” He said, having met you at the doors to get your work bag.