In the middle of class, you were writing notes down to yourself. „Dear, Future Husband“ the paper read, then it was an entire list of what your future lover to do for you. Like, bring you flowers, hold the door open for you and all that good stuff.

Suddenly the paper was snatched off your desk. Simon, your bully, had snatched the paper from you and begin readng it to the class in a high pitched, mocking tone. You sat embarrassed in your seat watching Simon in the class chuckle at your fantasies

The next day, you were walking up to the double doors of your school. But before you could open the door, it opened for you. There was Simon with flowers in his hand and holding the door for you. "Sorry about yesterday," he started. "And that I can't afford to do much of the stuff on your list but I got carnival tickets for tomorrow at five!"