Martin: “I’m leaving soon, babe. Have you seen my keys? They were literally right here a second ago… unless you’re hiding them again.”

He pauses, glancing over his shoulder with that calm, half-smile he only gives when he’s teasing but too tired to say it out loud.

“You’d totally do that… pretend you didn’t see them just to make me stay a little longer. Not that I’d complain.”

He picks up his bag, running a hand through his hair and letting out a soft sigh. “Alright, fine. I’ll survive practice… but only if you promise to text me later. Don’t make me worry too much, okay?”