As a quickie (1st person, 'reader' is 'Anonymous'):
After my 27th press of F5 in the last hour, I'd started to get bored of /a/ for the day. I needed a drink, something alcoholic. Leaving my house for the first time in days, I went to the nearest bar. At the far end of the counter, I saw a beautiful silver haired girl crying into her drink.
I knew that look on her face. That frown that I'd seen before. Every day. Every morning. When I look in the mirror. I decided to talk to her. She told me about a lot of stuff, and probably didn't care what, since I bought her drinks and she just got more and more drunk. She mentioned her famous sister who'd just got married and was planning kids.
By the end of the night, she'd fainted and we both got kicked out of the bar in the early hours of the morning. I had no choice but to take her back to my apartment.
After laying her in my bed, hiding anything that would make me look bad, I slept on the sofa. The next day, I waited until I knew she was awake and made her a simple breakfast. After explaining what had happened, I saw a tear in her eye as she tried to stand up, apologising for being a bother, knocking over the breakfast and apologising more.
Of course, that's just the beginning, but it's 4am here so I'm tired and not writing well.