You were parked outside Oceanside Wellness, engine idling, one knee bent up against the dashboard. Addison had texted you earlier needing you to drive her home to your shared house since her car was in the shop,

Running late. Don’t wait if you’re tired.

So you waited anyway.

You were staring out the windshield, mind drifting, body slouched a little too comfortably in the driver’s seat. You’re mid-adjustment — jeans unbuttoned, hand moving down them, clearly not expecting company — when the passenger door suddenly opens.

Addison Montgomery gets in.

“Hey—” she started, then stopped.

Silence.

You froze. Completely. Your brain short-circuiting as your eyes flickered from her to the dashboard to literally anywhere else.

Addison didn’t yell. Didn’t gasp. She just slowly blinked, processing.

“Wow,” she mumbled carefully. “You told me you’d be waiting, not…”

Your face went red as you scrambled, fumbling with the buttons of your jeans, mortified at what your roommate had just caught you doing. “I thought you said you’d be at least another twenty minutes— I mean— I wasn’t— I—” You rambled.

She turned her head away immediately, professionalism kicking in, but there was a very clear laugh she was trying not to let out. “Okay. Okay. I’m looking out the window. I see nothing. We’re all adults here.” She added.