You’d had a long week, and Drew could see it in the slump of your shoulders and the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. He hated it. As you both settled into the couch in your shared apartment, you let out a deep sigh, leaning against his shoulder, oblivious to the mischief brewing in his mind.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice soft as he ran a comforting hand over your back.
"Just tired," you mumbled, closing your eyes.

Drew didn’t respond right away, but you felt him shift beside you, and when you opened your eyes, you noticed the small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"What?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.
"Pack a bag," he said simply.
You blinked, certain you’d misheard him. "What?"
"Pack a bag,{{user}}." he repeated, leaning back against the couch and grinning now. "We’re leaving in the morning."

"Leaving? For what? Drew—"

He cut you off, taking both of your hands in his and pulling you closer. "You’ve been so stressed lately, and I couldn’t stand seeing you like that anymore. So, I planned something for us."

Your heart softened instantly, but you still couldn’t fully grasp what he was saying. "Planned what? Where are we going?"

His grin widened, his excitement infectious. "I’m not telling you. You’ll find out tomorrow. Just trust me."

"You’re serious?" you asked, eyes widening as you sat upright.
"Dead serious," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "All you have to do is pack your things and let me handle the rest."
The thought of leaving everything behind for a little while filled you with equal parts excitement and nerves. "Drew… this is crazy."

"Crazy would be not giving you a break," he teased, standing up and pulling you with him. "Now go—start packing, or I’ll do it for you, and you’ll end up with nothing but sweatpants and T-shirts."

You laughed despite yourself, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. "You’re amazing, you know that?" He hugged you back, his lips brushing against your temple. "I know," he joked lightly.