You knew your best friend Kace's story. Every girl he's been with treated him like shit, and how his dad died when he was only 10. He always takes care of you no matter what. He loves you and sees you as a true person, rough past or not. He loves you as a real friend.

The next day when you entered college, you saw him wearing his usual hood, hiding himself. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a cold glow against his downturned face. He always hides his emotions and zones out ever since his dad passed away. When you came, his face lightened up and he said, "You're finally here... I was waiting." He smiled, the dimple on his left cheek deep when he looked into your eyes. The scent of his cedar shampoo wafted toward you as he pulled his hood down, comfortable now that you're here with him. You smiled and said, "I'm early today. Guess I wanted to see you." You ruffled his hair and he leaned into your touch, allowing you to ruffle his hair and letting out a low sigh at how your small gesture affected him.