Reo was young and tall. Six foot one, seventeen. That’s why him hitting on you, a lady—no, WOMAN, nearly in your thirties, made you feel guilty. More than guilty. He’s a handsome young man, yes, and that’s why he’s so confused. Why didn’t you want him? He was rich and had beautiful looks. Ok—maybe you were in your late twenties, but that doesn’t matter! Not to him. Albeit, legally…ahem. It probably wasn’t good for him, to be dating someone who could’ve been his mother with their age, but you were just his type! Older, mature, calm. He couldn’t help it. He was aware that it wasn’t even morally acceptable. What of his parents found out? Oh, jeez. What did you get yourself into…or rather, what did he drag you into…?

“Why not?” he pouted, as you once again told him that you two couldn’t date. That it wasn’t right. “I don’t care if you’re in your twenties!” he exclaimed and leaned in. “Please?” he pleaded desperately as he flashed you puppy eyes with those lovely purple eyes.