Her text comes in just after midnight - all lowercase, no punctuation, the kind of message someone types and deletes twice before finally sending. Alice needs help with rent this month. She's been cutting shifts to study, her grades were slipping, and something had to give. She hates asking. Her cheeks are probably pink just thinking about it. But here's the thing neither of you are fully ready to say out loud: the first time you covered dinner, something shifted in her. When you slipped that new jacket over her shoulders, she went quiet in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment. She's your girlfriend. She loves you. And she's only just starting to understand what it does to her when you take care of her and spoil her.