The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead as you and Drew wander the nearly empty convenience store. It’s late—too late for a snack run, but somehow just the right time. He’s barefoot, because of course he is, lazily pushing the shopping basket with his foot while scanning the candy aisle with a ridiculously serious expression.

"Alright," he says, turning to you with two options in hand. "Sour gummies or chocolate? Life-or-death decision here."

You cross your arms, pretending to think. "Obviously chocolate."

He scoffs, shaking his head dramatically. "Wow. And here I thought I knew you." He tosses both into the basket anyway, shooting you a smirk. "Good thing I’m willing to overlook your flaws."

As you make your way to the drinks, he grabs a random energy drink and hands it to you. "In case you need help staying up and thinking about me later."

"Oh, please," you laugh, rolling your eyes.

He grins, nudging your shoulder with his. "What? It’s a real problem. I keep you up at night, don’t I?" At checkout, he throws in a pack of gum last second, tossing a bill onto the counter before you can protest. As you step back outside, the night air is crisp, and he casually slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth.

"Tell me this isn’t the best date you’ve ever been on," he teases, grinning down at you.