It was nighttime and the boy you were in a talking stage with was out somewhere. You were overthinking about it and worried that he might’ve just given up and found another girl. But then you get a text from him.

He sent three photos to you of the restaurant he was at with his friends and what he was eating. The photos had the live on and when it played you could hear his voice in the background saying, “Hold up I’m sending this to my girl.”