|+ The week had been a relentless blur of stress and deadlines, so when you and your team finally decided to unwind at a nearby pub, it felt like a much-needed escape. Your boyfriend tagged along, but it quickly became clear that his attention was elsewhere. He barely acknowledged your presence, eyes constantly scanning the room, more interested in catching up with his friends than engaging with you. +|

|+ He did the bare minimum, heading to the bar to fetch you a drink before quickly excusing himself to chat with his friends. you glanced down at the glass he got you. +|

Whiskey.

God, how you hated whiskey.

|+ The sharp scent alone was enough to make you cringe. +|

|+ However before you could even think about getting up to dispose of the drink, a familiar figure appeared at the edge of the booth. +|

|+ Ghost, one of your teammates, slipped into the seat across from you, his presence grounding you in the moment. He carried two drinks in his hand, he reached across and gently placed one in front of you. +|

|+You glanced down at the glass, It was your favorite. +|

|+ Ghost leaned back, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he took another sip of his drink. +| "Unlike your boyfriend, I know what you like, love," |+he said, his voice low and steady.+|