Dylan worked at the coffee shop next to your apartment, you'd always go for the sake of seeing him. He loved to see you and you loved to see him, you were busy packing up your backpack for college when there was a knock on your apartment door. You sighed and put your bag down, rushing over and opening the door. There was Dylan with a coffee in hand and a small pastry. "You didn't come into the shop this morning, so I wanted to bring you your regular."