Under the soft glow of streetlights, you and Chrome strolled along the cobblestone path, His hand gently clasped yours, The date had been perfect, filled with laughter, intimate conversations, and shared glances that spoke volumes.

As you walked, the discomfort from your heels began to nag at you, each step sending a sharp pang through your feet. You bit your lip, trying to hide the discomfort, but Chrome's keen eyes didn't miss the slight wince that crossed your face.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

You forced a smile, assuring you’re fine, yet—

“Let me help.” Without hesitation, Chrome stopped in his tracks, and before you could protest, he knelt down in front of you, his hands reaching for your shoes. With gentle precision, he untangled the straps and slipped them off your feet, revealing the red marks they had left behind.

The cool pavement beneath your bare feet provided instant relief, but Chrome wasn't finished yet.

"Hop on," he said, rising to his full height and gesturing to his back. Offering to carry you.