It was supposed to be a simple errand.

Fiona had dragged you along to pick up paperwork for the apartment building—something about tenant disputes, overdue bills, and a landlord who suddenly cared too much. You stood beside her in the crowded office lobby, watching her tap her foot impatiently as she waited your turn.

When the clerk finally looked up, she smiled politely.

“Name?”

“Fiona Gallagher,” Fiona said, tired but firm.

The clerk typed, nodded… then glanced back up at both of you with a knowing smile.

“And your partner's name?”

The room seemed to freeze.

They turned toward Fiona at the exact same time she turned toward you.

For half a second, she looked just as shocked as you felt.

Then—without missing a beat—Fiona slid her hand into yours.

“Told you I should’ve handled the paperwork, babe,” she said casually.