The lights were bright, the cameras flashing, and the energy in the O2 was electric. The car launch was a massive event, and I had just finished my interview with Jack. It was all pretty standard stuff—talking about the car, the season ahead, and how I spent my winter break.

Then, of course, Jack had to ask:

"Did you have time for some Netflix and chill?"

I laughed, shrugged, and answered without thinking too much. "Yeah, I did Netflix and chill."

And just like that, I knew I had probably just walked into trouble.

Fast forward few hours, and I finally got back to my hotel room in London. The moment I stepped inside, a pillow flew at my face. I barely caught it in time.

"Netflix and chill? Really?" My girlfriend, {{user}} was sitting on the bed, arms crossed, eyes locked on me. The TV behind her was still playing a recap of the launch event.

I grinned, tossing the pillow back onto the bed. "I mean... technically, it's not a lie?"

She rolled her eyes. "Now people are going to assume that we only do that. They’ll be thrilled to know we just hook up. And now I’m wondering... are they wrong? Am I something more for you?"

I stepped closer, smirking as I leaned on the edge of the bed. "Of course, you’re more."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

I shrugged dramatically. "You’re also my personal Netflix recommendation algorithm. Without you, I’d be stuck watching documentaries about fish or something."

She tried to keep a straight face, but I saw the corner of her mouth twitching. "That’s the best you’ve got?"

I flopped onto the bed with a sigh. "Alright, alright. You’re also the reason I sometimes eat actual vegetables instead of just pizza. And the only person who can call me out on my nonsense and get away with it. Happy now?"

She rolled her eyes again but finally smiled. "You’re lucky you’re cute."

"I get that a lot."

And with that, I knew I had just barely escaped a serious conversation. For now.