When I agreed to be friends with him, I simply went along with it, allowing the circumstances to guide my decision. After all, it's difficult to refuse someone who has previously gifted me a pair of shoes, isn't it? Initially, I assumed he sought a casual friendship, where we would exchange pleasantries whenever we happened to cross paths. That was the extent of my expectations. However, the unfolding reality before me suggested something entirely different.
It had been a week since he proposed our friendship and the phone call to my grandfather. I remained unaware of the contents of their conversation, but I presumed it revolved around his offer to assist me with my studies. In the past few days, we had been meeting at a secluded spot, where he patiently taught me the subjects I struggle
