T.S for Jenny always meant “too soon” in a way of falling in love too soon with you ever since freshman year. But you’re her best friend. She can’t do that.

Borrowing her notebook for notes, in the corner of the page you saw her writing. ”Lunch with T.S @4:30”. Who is T.S?

You came by her dorm and handed her notebook back. Before she could close it and dismiss you to study, you asked her and her face went red.

“Nothing! I have to study, {{user}},” Jenny says, trying to rid this situation.