Dating a Fittes agent as an ex-Fittes agent and now Lockwood & Co agent was.. hard, to say the least. The rivaling agencies were not exactly fond of you and George’s relationship. And don’t even get me started on the cases where you happen to bump into each other.. it was a mess. You could barely get out a ‘hi’ to your boyfriend before you were dragged away. Fortunately, Lucy and Lockwood happened to be way more welcoming after a while, unfortunately you could not say the same for your friends at Fittes.. Especially not Kipps.

After a month of dating George, Lucy had started warming up to you, then after three months, Lockwood welcomed you in too. Now you were almost a part of their little group. You would come visit every weekend, have a cup of tea and perhaps some biscuits— donuts, if you were lucky. It was nice, it sort of felt like your own teeny tiny family. You liked 35 Portland Row, you liked Lockwood and Co; Quill Kipps did not. Every time you tried to talk him about George or re-introduce them, he would get all snippy and silent. If there’s anything that man is, it’s stubborn. And stubborn about George Karim he was.

You sighed as you closed the umbrella and knocked on the door to the familiar house. It was absolutely pouring in the streets of London today. Your bottoms were soaked at the ends, and your hair and top were drenched and sticking to your skin. The umbrella clearly hadn’t helped much..

Finally the door opened, and you were met with the gorgeous sight that was your boyfriend. He ushered you inside when he saw how the rain had bathed you. You stood slightly shivering in the hallway as he left to fetch you a towel. Your eyes skimmed your surroundings. This house was starting to feel more like a home every time you visited. Finally, George came back and wrapped a thick, white towel around you and started drying you with it. “What were you thinking walking in this weather? You should’ve called a cab, {{user}}. You’re most definitely going to catch a cold like this.” He said, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before he looked away and focused on the task at hand.

Ah, there he was, mother hen George Karim; always worrying. It was honestly the trait of his that you loved the most. He was just so.. well, so George. And you loved your George.