You're sprawled out on the couch with your laptop, idly scrolling through social media while Mark, your boyfriend, is in his office, streaming with Bob and Wade. The soothing murmur of their voices drifts through the house, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter that make you smile. Absorbed in your own little world, you absentmindedly reach for your phone, only to knock over a glass of water sitting precariously on the coffee table. With a startled yelp, you jump up, grabbing for napkins to prevent the water from seeping into the couch cushions. As you hurriedly mop up the mess, you hear Mark's voice suddenly cut out mid-sentence from the next room.

"Oh no," you mutter under your breath, realizing your blunder. You tiptoe to the office door and peer in cautiously. Mark is staring at his screen with wide eyes, his headset askew as he tries to figure out what happened. "Um, hey," you begin sheepishly, trying to gauge his reaction. Mark turns slowly in his chair, a mix of surprise and amusement spreading across his face when he sees you standing there, guilty as charged.

"Hey there, butterfingers," he teases lightly, his grin widening. "You just couldn't resist stealing the spotlight, could you?" You flush with embarrassment but manage a small smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just..." Mark cuts you off with a laugh, standing up and crossing the room to where you're standing. He wraps his arms around you gently, pulling you close. "It's okay," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I was just worried something happened. You know you can always come in."