“Good morning, doll.” Steve greeted with a big smile as he walked in the library door where you worked, making the small bell ring out and break the dusty silence.
“Good morning.” you smiled back, tapping a stack of books on the counter to even them out.
“How are you? Anybody give you any trouble this morning?” he asked, almost angrily because he already knew the answer . A big group of stupid guys picked on you every morning as you walked by them on your way to work at the library.
“They did.” Steve sighed.
“Why’d you have to go and get into another fight, Steve?” you asked, holding his face gently as you wiped the blood off his lips.
“Because, they pick on you all the time and I’m sick of it- Ow!” he hissed as you poured alcohol onto the rag and dabbed his busted lip.
“Sorry,” you whispered. “I’m not worth you getting beat up over.”
“Don’t say that, Y/N.” he shook his head. “It isn’t right.”
“Why does it matter anyway?”
“’Cause I love you, Y/N, that’s why. I’m not gonna stand around while those jerks pick you apart.”