You and Jisoo had been together for two years. The kind of relationship that didn’t need constant words or grand gestures — just shared looks, steady hands, and quiet understanding. You had your own place. He had his. You spent most nights together anyway.

The date had been nothing fancy — just walking, talking, laughing in that quiet way you always did. The kind of night that felt easy.

Later, when you got home, your phone buzzed. It was Jisoo. One message.

“Should we just move in together?”