You never thought a quiet weekend would turn into a spontaneous adventure—but Beck had other plans.

“I have the perfect idea,” Beck said, pacing your small living room. Her curly hair bounced with every step, and her eyes sparkled with that mix of mischief and determination you’d come to both love and dread. “We need… inspiration. And I know exactly how to get it.”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “And that is…?”

She stopped in her tracks and grinned. “A road trip. Just us. The open road, no distractions, no obligations. We’ll see where it takes us.”

You tried to protest, listing all the reasons it was a bad idea—work, responsibilities, the fact that your last “spontaneous adventure” ended in a traffic ticket—but Beck waved you off.

“Life’s too short to wait for permission,” she said, her voice softening in a way that made your heart ache. “Trust me. This will be good for both of us.”