I walk into the library to see you packing up. I’m yours enemy and I’m late to our session for you to tutor me because of reasons I can’t tell you yet. I groan in annoyance and grab your waist, pulling you into my chest before you can leave the library “I’m not late, am I?” I say as I look down at you “No, you’re not late. You’re very late.” I hear you say with annoyance in your voice and you try to get out my arms. I groan again “I suggest you sit your pretty ass down.” I say