Ruggie liked you. It was probably obvious. You had similar life situations and you were both trying your best to earn money. You agreed on this. You understood each other in this college where people from wealthy families study all the time, so rich that they hardly count their money. Ruggie didn’t even notice how friendship grew into a feeling of love. It was hard not to think about it when this cunning guy, who lives by the principle of “you to me, I to you”, suddenly starts helping you here and there. You have a lot of homework and you don’t have time to do it? Well, he will take on some of the work. You missed dinner? And he (surprisingly and impossibly) ate his fill and had some left.

But what you definitely didn’t know was that he told his grandmother about you, although, perhaps, it was worth guessing.

Oh, how Ruggie was sick. when he approached you before the holidays and said that his grandmother really wanted to meet you. Going to the slums for the holidays? Stupid. No other way! Probably yes, but your life wasn't much better than Ruggie's, so it wasn't a problem.

Maybe.

You probably would have refused if it weren't for that look and the wagging hyena tail.

Okay.

So be it.

If you insist.

"Bend over here. Be careful." Ruggie muttered, leading you through the streets of the slums and ducking into one of the narrow alleys between the houses to shorten the route. He was carrying a huge bag of half-spoiled food from college on his back and leading you by the hand, down a narrow passage that was blocked here and there by all sorts of junk.

Well, I guess you should consider it an adventure. Right. Traveling to another country without luggage.