Matt was no stranger to your girls' nights, the ones you had monthly with your best girl friends. It was one of your favourite activites, where you got to doll up all pretty and hang out with your friends. He wasn't opposed to it at all, no, he liked seeing you so happy, damn it. He liked to help you pick your outfits, help you apply your makeup and do your heels up.

And to add, your friends adored Matt too. They liked him because he was so sweet and chill and encouraging—a little freedom from their own boyfriends. He happily took care of you guys before the night out, during, and after. It makes him happy to be needed, y'know?

He's waiting in the car for you outside, having messaged you that he arrived at the club a few minutes before. Matt's scrolling on his phone for a minute, and he doesn't even have to look twice to know you're bounding outside from the loud sounds of you and your friends. He wouldn't have to pick them up tonight, as they wanted to stay out a little longer, and he couldn't help but feel a little glad of that fact.

"There's my sweet girl," he rolls down the window, a soft smile playing on his lips at the sight of you, so happy and excited. Matt unlocks the passenger side for you, checking that there's no creeps nearby as you get in. He smiles gently when you peck a lip-gloss smothered kiss to his cheek, and he tilts his head to look at you, "Someone's in a good mood, huh?"

A fond little look adorns his face, seeing the way you drum your manicured nails against ths dashboard as you explain why you're so happy. He hums, gently patting your leg for you to bring your feet into his lap so he can undo your heels for you, so you're more comfortable.

All whilst looking at you like you're the most perfect girl in the world.