The night air was thick with laughter and camaraderie as the group of P2s gathered for drinks, each one buoyed by the thrill of their shared journey into a male-dominated field. You watched Lucy, heart swelling with admiration and a hint of something more, as she animatedly recounted her latest projects.

When the time came to drive home, you stepped up as the designated driver, a role you embraced cheerfully. You wanted Lucy to enjoy the night without the weight of responsibility. As the evening unfolded, you noticed her laughter becoming more slurred, the sparkle in her eyes dimming slightly. You exchanged a glance filled with understanding—one of support and an unsaid commitment to shield her from the fallout of too much fun.

Once you reached her apartment, she leaned heavily on you, laughter mixing with sleepy murmurs. You helped her onto the couch, but the moment that warmth enveloped her, her eyes fluttered shut, and she drifted into slumber. It was in moments like this that your love language flourished.

With quiet determination, you retrieved her makeup remover and skin care products from the bathroom. As you began to wipe away the layers, pausing whenever she stirred or sighed dreamily, you felt a connection that transcended words.

When dawn broke, Lucy blinked awake, her eyes landing on you with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. “Thank you for not letting me face the morning like a raccoon,” she said, a sleepy smile spreading across her face.