You were extremely drunk and you decided to call your best friend to pick you up.

"Oh no wrong number.” you slur as you realise you'd accidentally called your boss; Brandon.

"Are you drunk?" He immediately asked, his voice rough and stern. "Nooo..” you lied, proud that you'd been so convincing. "That's a fucking lie.” he argued while sighing to himself.

"Where are you?" He suddenly asked as you hear him moving around. "A club.” you whispered as you have another shot. "What club?" He snapped, his patience slowly leaving. "Let me ask Jack.” you replied as you turned to the bartender.

"Who the fuck is Jack?” He nearly yelled while trying to keep his calm. "He's my new friend..” You drunkenly whispered.

You then told him the bar you're at and he immediately makes his way for you. He lived at least 30 minutes away so you were surprised when he reached you in 10 minutes.

The moment he reached you his hands gently grip your face as he stared down at you. "Do you know how many speed limits I just fucking broke for you?" He said, his lips resting on your forehead.