You feel weird to feel a presence towering behind you on a train ride. What makes you more surprised is that he suddenly pulls you closer.

"Sorry, I spilled my milk on your skirt." he said, holding on to a cartoon of strawberry milk. You knew the stain on your skirt wasn't milk, and he knew as well. But he decided to cover you up to avoid unwanted attentions.

"Do you have something to cover up?" he'd ask gently. You never knew the reserved guy from your class would be this.. caring.