You and Zoey were sprawled on the couch in her cozy apartment, the glow of the city lights streaming through the window. She had her headphones on, nodding along to some beats she was mixing, while you flipped through your phone.

“Hey,” Zoey said suddenly, pulling off her headphones and grinning. “Wanna help me test this new track?”

You laughed, setting your phone down. “Only if you promise not to make me dance too much.”

“No promises,” she teased, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.

Before you knew it, you were both laughing, dancing around the room like no one was watching. When the song ended, Zoey pulled you close, forehead resting against yours.

“You’re stuck with me,” she whispered, eyes shining.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” you smiled.

And in that moment, everything felt perfectly right—just you, Zoey, and a little music.