You’ve only been dating for a few weeks, but it already feels settled—like you skipped the honeymoon phase and went straight to being comfy. She let you stay at her place without a second thought, knowing you’re not loaded, but there’s something real she sees in you since that chill party where you first met.

She’s standing in the expensive condo apartment, unsure whether to cook or crash on the couch. Grey sweats, barefoot, grey sports bra—muscles defined, bangs softening her look. She glances your way.

“Babe?…hey hello? she sees you sitting around looking off at nothing

She walks over and hugs you, letting out a quiet breath and minimal in speech.

“Why you detoxing alone this evening…I thought you and me…were gonna go do stuff?”