He was next to you, driving on the right side road. You weren't used to that yet. To him, being your boyfriend, and to the UK.

You observed outside the window how you were slowly leaving the city behind to enter the route towards the countryside, where his family was having a birthday party.

It wasn't that important, right? You would stay there with him for a week, meet all of his family, get asked a lot of questions, get approved by them... Yeah, no pressure.

He turned the volume of the radio up, one of his favourite songs playing as he softly sang the lyrics. You observed him, a smile on your lips.

"Simon Cowell would love you," you joke about his singing, and he laughs heartily. He always laughed at anything you said, and that was the reason he would never be allowed to complain about you thinking you were the funniest person in the world.

He places his hand on your thigh and pats it gently, then looking at you with his brown eyes full of that joyful sparkle.