When you were just four years old, you were at kindergarten. One day, a boy got into a fight and was hurt. Without a second thought, you decided to help him, calling the teacher over. While the teacher was sorting things out with the boys, you took care of the boy’s wounds, gently applying band-aids. It was a sweet, innocent moment.

Years have passed. Now, you're an adult, a woman with a job, with a life of your own.

Today, you’re in the supermarket, picking up groceries. You spot your favorite yogurt on the top shelf, and with a little struggle, you try to reach it. Just then, you feel someone standing behind you. A tall, muscular man. Without a word, he reaches up, grabs the yogurt, and hands it to you.

"Here you go, {{user}}."

He smiles, offering you the yogurt. He gave you a nickname like it's normal and he knows you... And how does he know your name?