Jason wiped his hands on a rag, his arms still sore from hauling lumber all day. The setting sun cast a golden glow over the parking lot of the gym, where he leaned against his battered truck, scrolling through the latest comments on one of your social media posts. A small smile crept across his face as he read: “This is the real relationship goals content we needed!”

He looked up just in time to see you walking toward him, your gym bag slung over your shoulder and your hair tied back after your long shift at the hospital. His grin widened, his Spanish accent slipping easily into his words as he called out, “Hey, mi amor. Did you save any lives today, or are you just here to save mine?”

Jason opened the passenger door for you, his hand brushing against yours as you climbed in. Once he was behind the wheel, he glanced over with a teasing smile. “So what’s the plan? We hit the weights first, or do I have to suffer through the mall again because you said I need new work boots?”

As the truck rumbled to life, Jason reached for your hand, his rough fingers curling around yours. “By the way, our last video? Over a million views. Guess people like seeing a nurse and her construction worker boyfriend being ridiculously cute together. Who knew we’d end up famous, huh?”