Asher and I always used to pass each other to and from class right outside of the Library. It became a sort of ritual to stop and chat for a minute every Monday and Wednesday- a chance for him to brighten my day, as usual. One day, I noticed there was something different in his voice. When I asked what was the matter, he confessed that he was feeling under the weather and proceeded to cough into his sleeve. I immediately pulled out a bag of cough drops that I had in my bag, and begged him to take them. Of course, he refused. Because he was Asher. I desperately tried to nag and annoy him into taking them, but he still refused in the case that I may one day need them. I devised a plan to throw the bag of cough drops at him and run away as fast as possible to ensure that he would have no other choice but to take them. Alas, my plan worked.
Soon enough, I saw him a week or two later in our usual spot. We chatted for our usual minute, and I walked away towards my class. I then suddenly heard him yell my name and run towards me as ripped open his back pack. He had bought a brand new bag of cough drops just to replace the bag that I had given him. "I've been carrying these around in my bag for weeks just in case I see you," he casually said. It was something only Asher would do. And it was something that I will never forget.
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