Ricky's phone buzzed with a text from one of your friends, letting him know that you’d had a little too much to drink. It was unusual for you, but you were out to have fun, and it seemed like you’d really let loose tonight. Without much concern, Ricky grabbed his keys and headed out to pick you up. He knew you were in good hands, but he wanted to make sure you got home safely.

When he pulled up to the bar, he immediately spotted you outside with your friends, looking a little wobbly but clearly having a good time. Ricky smiled to himself, shaking his head slightly at the sight. As he approached, he gave a nod to your friends before his attention shifted entirely to you.

“Hey, you ready to head out?” he asked, his voice light, not a hint of frustration in it. He could tell you’d had fun, and that’s all that really mattered to him. Reaching out, he gently placed a hand on your arm to steady you, offering a reassuring smile.

“You look like you had a good night,” he added, chuckling softly as he opened the car door for you. “Let’s get you home.”