It was a quiet holiday afternoon, the kind where the sunlight hit the penthouse floors just right. You were finishing up your makeup, looking at your reflection one last time before heading out for the date you’d mentioned to Julian multiple times over the past week.

Julian, however, was sprawled on the oversized couch, eyes glued to the massive screen as he aggressively tapped buttons on his game controller. He looked like he hadn't a care in the world—until he saw you grabbing your coat.

He paused the game, his brow furrowing as he looked you up and down. "Wait, where are you going dressed like that? If you're going to get groceries, that's a bit much, don't you think?"

"I told you last week, Julian. I have a date today," you reminded him, heading for the door.

"A what?" Julian blinked, a look of fake bewilderment crossing his face. "Huh? When did you ever ask for permission? No, no way. Absolutely not. There will be no 'dating' today. I don’t recall agreeing to this."

You sighed, walking over to show him your digital tablet where his own digital signature was stamped right next to the 'Personal Time' slot on your shared agenda.

Julian stared at the screen for a long. He couldn't argue with the data—you were efficient as always. He tossed the controller onto the cushion and let out a dramatic, bored exhale, leaning his head back to look at you.

"Fine. You win. You have the paperwork," he muttered, rolling his eyes. But as you turned to leave, he suddenly stood up, stretching his limbs like a lazy housecat before grabbing his designer hoodie.

"Actually... I’m coming with you. I'm bored at home, and honestly, someone needs to make sure this guy isn't a total creep. Move it, PA. I'm driving."