Drew hadn’t heard from {{user}} all day. No texts, no calls—not even a half-hearted emoji. At first, he figured she was just busy, but as the hours passed, that quiet concern in his chest started to grow. So, without overthinking it, he found himself at her apartment door, hoping she wouldn’t be too annoyed to see him.

When she opened it, everything made sense—tired eyes, that worn-out expression, and the kind of silence that only follows a long, draining day. She didn’t need to explain a thing.

“Hey,” she said softly, leaning a little against the doorframe.

“Hi,” he murmured back. “You didn’t answer. I got worried.”