The wind gently swirled around me as I came to a stop in front of Gerrard. He stood there, waiting for me at the gate. As I looked around, I noticed there were no other girls hovering around him, which was quite a miracle.

"Who were you looking at?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Your girls?" I retorted, not holding back.

Instead of answering, he just laughed at my response. "Let's go? You want coffee?" "I want it. But not with you," I replied, straightforward and unwavering.

He smirked and shot back, "You have no choice. You don't have a friend. Look, they didn't want to connect with a war-freak...