Andrew took advantage of his weeks away from work by scheduling a little meet up at a friends house. He’d missed them after being away on tour for so long.

Taking another burning sip of whiskey, a question asked by one of his mates snaps Andrew out of his little element.

“Andy, where’s your girlfriend?” Andrews best friend, Alex, asked.

Andrews brows furrowed in confusion before looking to his side, where you were previously resided. Emphasis on ‘previously’. Where the hell did you wander off to?

“That’s a good question.” he huffed a soft sigh, “I’ll be right back.”

With that, Andrew made his way out of the living room, glass still in hand. Sure enough, he found you sat peacefully in the hallway with a cat rested upon your lap.

Typical.

“Why am I not surprised?” He asks rhetorically, a soft expression etched across his features, watching as your gaze shoots up to meet his own.