I Investigated My Ex for Billion-Dollar Tax Fraud

The first time I met Amias Bennett was during one of my most vulnerable moments. I had just arrived in the bustling city, having left my charming Irish village after being accepted into university. My feet were encased in worn-out sneakers, and I clutched a large duffel bag, feeling completely out of place amidst the urban rush.

I stood at the subway entrance, discreetly watching the people around me, trying to figure out how to navigate this new world. That's when Amias appeared, his friendly smile brightening his face and revealing perfectly white teeth. He offered to help carry my bag, showed me the ropes of the subway system, and even accompanied me to the campus.

It was then I found out he was a senior, one year ahead of me. During our time together, I tasted my first-ever latte, which Amias casually bought for me while getting a drink for himself. As he prepared to leave, I hurriedly smoothed out the crumpled banknotes I had, ran to him, and pushed them into his hand.

Amias paused for a moment, surprised by my awkward gesture, then flashed a grin and waved goodbye. He left with such graceful ease, completely unaware that a small thread of youthful affection had quietly woven itself into his smile.