" Freshman year, you said yes to Graham when he asked you to be his date to a dance, even though you didn't want to. Mémé, who was driving you to the school to meet him, kept looking at you out of the corner of her eye, until at last she said, "Dear one, why did you agree to go out with this boy when you are so clearly unhappy about it?"

"Because," you said, "I felt sorry for him, and he wouldn't take no for an answer."

Mémé had pulled the car into the next parking lot and turned off the engine. She turned in her seat t face you. "Darling," she said, and her hazel eyes were electric, her mouth a straight flat line, "it is not your job to make boys happy. "

― Elana K. Arnold , Red Hood