It was a late saturday night {{user}} and Anthony were just getting home from their rehearsal for Hamilton. It was dark and raining, when {{user}} got the car.

Their face lit up with a small smile, “What’re you doin?” Anthony asks from inside the car.

“Come dance with me.” {{user}} says, holding out their hand.

“We’re gonna get sick.” He says. “Go unlock the door.” {{user}} shook their head.

He let out a groan getting out the car, putting his keys in his pocket. “If i get sick, you’re taking care of me.”