Yes; your friend needs you

You spent all afternoon tidying your half of the room. You stacked your books neatly, straightened the blinds, and even made your twin-sized bed. You were pretty sure Cara had been joking about the popcorn, but you risked setting the antique communal microwave on fire anyway and managed to make two whole bags without burning either of them too much.

Cara was smiling when she came knocking at 7:30 -- a whole half-hour early -- but her eyes were still a little puffy from crying. She had changed clothes, trading her t-shirt and jeans for a cozy cardigan and yoga pants, and her hair was tucked back in a haphazard ponytail.

"Did you actually make popcorn?" she laughed, sniffing the air as she casually pushed past you. "You're braver than I thought."

"Well, I also invited you over. That's either as brave or as stupid as it gets."

"I promise I'll be good," Cara hopped up on your bed and batted her eyelashes innocently. "So, what're we watching?"

You reached into the desk drawer where you'd stashed your ring and pull out a DVD.

"I know you said you wanted to pick, but I happen to have a little something here..."

"John, I told you; I'm not watching porn with you again."

You grasped your heart; "I am truly hurt. Do you really think I'd willingly watch porn from a DVD? This is a little something I was saving for your birthday, actually, but if you don't want it..."

"No, no, I want it!" Cara tried to wrestle it away from you, but you managed to hold it just above her reach. "Lemme see!"

"Ask nicely."

Cara pouted and gave you those puppy dog eyes she knew you couldn't resist.

"Please?"