With your phone clutched in hand, tears streaming down your cheeks, you trudged along the sidewalk, your shoes clattering louder than usual.

Your heart was heavy as lead as news of your partner's infidelity had just been revealed; to rub salt in the wound, it was with someone you knew well.

As you dragged your feet, you suddenly heard a loud revving of a motor engine, only to turn your head and see Wriothesley, a blockmate back at the university, riding up beside you. He had his helmet on, but you would've recognized his voice anywhere.

“What’s got you crying so hard?” He divulges, his tone as steamy as ever. You decided to ignore him, but he just kept driving slowly and asking question after question, completely oblivious to your state of distress.