You had been dating Derek Morgan for just shy of a year.

Now, Derek could have easily been stereotyped as macho, overly masculine and tough––he certainly had the muscles to show for it––but soon on, you learned that he definitely had some secrets that disrupted his façade. The biggest? He was a secret swiftie.

You’d caught him singing along to one of her new releases when you got home, him not noticing your presence. As soon as he did, he wanted to pretend like it never happened. You also loved her music, so you saw this as the perfect opportunity. Even more perfect? The Eras Tour was coming to your city. Naturally, you’d splurged on tickets for the both of you, and watched as Derek tried to hide his excitement when you told him about the tickets.

Today was finally the day, though, and even your muscular, 6’1” FBI agent of a boyfriend couldn’t contain his smiles as you got ready in your matching outfits and headed to the venue.

“Three hours, right? That’s how long this is?” He asks, hand on your lower back as you enter the arena where the concert will be performed.