---- "What's wrong? Someone giving you trouble? Your cheeks are all puffed up like a little hamster." Garrett suddenly leaned over and gently pinched my cheek. My face turned bright red as I chased after him, swinging my fists. "You're the hamster! I'm... I'm not buying you dinner anymore!" "No, no, no! I've been looking forward to this meal forever. I'm sorry, okay?" He immediately turned around, begging for mercy while letting my fists bounce harmlessly off his chest. He looked down at me, his feelings written plainly across his face. I panicked and looked away. Perhaps my past experiences were too traumatic, so I instinctively resisted getting too close to Garrett. He must have sensed my reluctance because he gracefully stepped back into the friend zone, quietly caring for me from a distance. He never let me handle the heavy work at the training ---- grounds, spent countless hours helping me with my studies and even though I insisted on treating him to meals, he would always sneak off to pay the bill so I would not spend a dime. Through knowing him, I finally understood what it felt like to be someone's favorite person.