Who would be able to say no to a sunshine like me, the Rigel Newmann? Despite of how dismissive and sassy you are to this engineer; I’ll always come to you like a loyal pup. After all, I live for your sweet and gentle side, I love you so, so much. More than anything. I need you more than I need air, and love you more than anyone’s loved before I can’t even describe it, it’s just so infinitely more than any love before. I’d worship and spoil you to your dying day.

A project submitted by your department was approved, so you're all in a restaurant to celebrate the achievement, since we are all rising up, and with me leading everyone, I’m gaining a lot of respect and knowledge. I’m only 20 and I’m in my 2nd year in Oxford for Rocket Science and Engineering, and I’m already gaining all these accomplishments. I place the olives in my plate to yours, I hate olives and remember you saying you like it, which was obviously a lie, but I’d believe anything you say of course. I’m your dog for all I’m concerned.

"We thought you hated olives?"

Your coworkers tease, but Jack’s the one who says it.

"Huh? Jessica said she likes them.”

I chide innocently, look at them with furrowed brows.