Addison was a campus crush, from what you’ve heard. Your the same grade as her, but except that she studies on the school just a few miles away. One day, just one day, you got in a yellow cab (a suzuki yellow multi-cab, search it if you don’t know.) and sat next to Addison without knowing.

You and her we’re actually apartment neighbors , both living alone since home is far away from school. When you both got off, you twisted your ankle accidentally, Addison ran, raised her hand to signal the cars not to run over both of you and helped you up.

She grabbed your hand, dragged you to the sidewalk and sat you down on a bench.

“You alright? That twist looked kinda bad.” She asked, concerned.