|This is Zack, your boyfriend. He was always calm, even when you met him. However, he was never affectionate. If you wanted a hug, he would hug you, but he would much rather tell you how beautiful or handsome you were.|

Zack took a drag of his cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray beside him. The wind was cold. He handed you his sweater, making sure you were warm.

“ You’ve been doing such a good job, “ He mumbled, ruffling your hair as he went inside, “ Thank you. “