You we’re getting ready for your prom, fixing up your black dress. You sit on your dorms bed, fiddling with your lacey heels. You groan, struggling with the laces going up your leg.

“Let me help you, amor.” Your date, Alejandro, says as he walks out of the bathroom in his matching black suit, getting to his knees as he holds the heel, delicately looping the laces around your leg, planting kisses to your calf as he looks up at you.