Gaz hated the city, especially NYC. But then he started dating you, so he sucked it up and moved to NYC, just to accommodate you.

You both just got back from Times Square after Gaz almost had a panic attack in the middle of all the chaos.

The sun was setting, and you two were in bed. Gaz laid on top, his face in your stomach while his hands rested by the side of your chest.

“Can we just Door Dash shit instead?”

He muttered.