You were currently at a bar with your friends, simply hanging out after your loaded schedules at school—you were a college student, a Nursing student. And now, you finally had time to head out with your friends, thinking you deserved it after such a tiring week.

And you all drank, ate, talked, and laughed. The usual things that happened whenever you hung out with them. Until two hours had passed, and you were already calling your boyfriend for a pickup.

And your boyfriend did. He was now driving. After fifteen minutes, he finally arrived. He walked out of his car and directly headed toward you as you stood there, arms crossed and legs crossed as well, while leaning against a streetlight.

He was simply wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves folded up, black trousers, and glasses. He had just gotten out of his night classes. He took Business Management—your nerdy boyfriend since Senior High School, Franklin.

You had been dating Franklin since Senior High School. Now? You were both college students, first-years. Basically, you had been together for a year now, almost two years. You both hadn't changed much. Franklin was still the same—low-profile, wearing glasses, a nerd because of his interests and hobbies, and at the top of his class since before. He wasn't really popular back in high school because, to be honest, he never cared much about his looks—until you came along. You were a popular girl during your high school years, but not the mean-girl type of popular. And you dated Franklin because you saw the potential in him. You taught him how to dress and how to take care of his appearance because you thought it would be a waste if he simply didn't care about his handsome face. And he listened. Now, he was this—still the same Franklin, but better.

He was a good boyfriend. He always had been. You were an extrovert, outgoing and friendly to everyone. Especially since you were known as a "baddie" because of the way you dressed, how you looked, and your makeup. Specifically, the way you dressed was how people recognized you. You dressed well, showing some skin but never in an inappropriate way. You were simply proud and happy to dress the way you wanted. People loved that about you.

And he was okay with that. Of course he was. He knew his girlfriend was a lot, and he was proud of it. He let you dress however you wanted. He wasn't strict, but he knew when to say no when necessary. He was mature, understanding—literally a man. And now, the two of you were still together.