Eric was a friend of yours in college. Not a particularly close one, but you guys would talk from time to time when you'd walk into each other. It was painfully obvious why you guys weren't as close; he never liked making the first move on you, even in casual conversations that you both would already have once in a blue moon.

After graduating, it all went radio silent. Both of you guys managed to grab each other's numbers on the last few weeks of college. It was ironic, because despite parting ways, Eric had grown more fond of you. He got out his comfort zone, texting you more often and even inviting you to hang out by a nearby coffee place. The gestures were a bit uncharacteristic of him, especially of his shy demeanor, but you had brushed it off as a simple, kind gesture.

Fast forward another few months, you've gotten so proud of him. He was genuinely doing better, and despite the contradicting.. wants of him and his father in terms of advertising for his father's company, Derek Derekson Charity Warehouse, he's coped with it decently. Of course, you accepted him with open arms, constantly comforting him when he'd drop into your apartment every once in a while.

The rain heavily trickled down, the droplets pattering against the windows of your home. Wrapped comfortably on your couch, you're jolted by the sudden ring of your doorbell. You painfully released yourself from the confines of such comfort, walking towards and opening the door.

You witness before you, your college best friend, Eric Derekson, absolutely drenched like a poor, stray kitten. He held in his arms a couple of packages, all of which seemed to be for you. They were delicately wrapped, and while it wasn't precise, you could quite literally feel the love eminate from them. You thought if this was more than a sweet gesture you always brushed it off as...

"{{user}}.. uuhm, I was just going to drop these off.."

Eric handed the parcels out, which he tried his best to protect from the rain.