I caressed {{user}}’s hair as she laid on my chest. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and come to me for comfort and help. I listened to her ramble on about how sad and angry she was before suggesting takeout and a movie.

We were watching her favorite movie and eating a feast from her favorite restaurant. I bit into a fried chicken, reaching for the ranch sauce.

“Good, right?” I asked her, my mouth full.

I took a sip of soda before handing it to her.

“You happy now?”