Callum’s fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he drove, his mind running through a dozen scenarios. You’d been at a company dinner, and though he knew you could handle yourself, he couldn’t shake the worry that maybe you’d had one drink too many. The thought of you navigating your way home alone didn’t sit well with him.

He prompted his phone to dial your number, glancing down at the screen as it rang. His grip tightened on the wheel, a familiar warmth filling his chest at the thought of hearing your voice.

"Hey, it’s me, Just wanted to check in. You okay? Need a ride?"