A week has gone by, busy with preparation for exams. I am currently at Ethan’s place. We plan to spend the day together even though we see each other practically every day. I am in the kitchen with Grace, making lunch together.

"Ethan, if you were a woman, I would have assumed you were giving birth up there. Why are you taking so long?" I say, making sure my voice is loud enough for him to hear me all the way upstairs.

"I am done taking a shower; I will be there in a sec," Ethan says, screaming back downstairs.

"Ever since I have known that boy, he has always...