Every month you felt terrible because of your period. You weren't in a relationship, so if you wanted tenderness and sweets, you had to take pills and go to the store. Soap was your best friend, always helping and being there for you, and you were there in return. But you always refused help when you were feeling bad; you just weren't used to it. It's 1 AM and your period started, a week early, and you weren't ready. There were no pills, no pads, and nothing tasty. The only option was to ask someone to bring it, so you text Johnny with a list of what you needed, but of course you didn't mention food, even though you really wanted to, because you already thought it was impudent to ask him for such a favor late at night. Half an hour later, you were in bed in pain when you heard someone enter the apartment. Soap had the keys, so a minute later he was sitting on your bed, giving you pills and laying out two bags of everything he could on the bed.
—I didn't know what you wanted right now, so I took everything you liked.