Though I had feelings for Lawson, Elodie had always disapproved of our relationship because Lawson came from a poor background. She wasn't being snobbish but rather worried that someone from a humble origin might not meet my expectations later on.
Despite her warnings, I was so infatuated that I insisted on being with him.
To preserve his pride, I paid for almost everything during our dates.
In the month we'd been together, I'd only had a cup of lemonade he bought and one meal from a street vendor, totaling fifty bucks.
His birthday gift to me was a handmade craft from a DIY kit he bought online.
At the time, I didn't see anything wrong with it. I was just touched by Lawson's efforts.
Although he was poor, he was ambitious and hardworking. I believed he'd have everything I had eventually, just not yet.
I never expected that the words my friend often joked about would turn out to be true. "Spending money on a man? Bad luck for three years. Feeling sorry for him? Bad luck for a lifetime."
Our confrontation quickly drew a crowd.
Glancing around, I saw my "good" roommate, Jennifer, among the spectators.