Drew’s P.O.V
The day passed in a blur. My parents insisted we stay the night, so I had time to show her around a little — bits and pieces of where I grew up, putting images to all the stories I used to tell her. We drove around all afternoon, and I couldn’t help the wave of nostalgia. I hadn’t been back in a long time either.
She listened to every word with quiet curiosity as I drove, attaching a story to each street, each memory. I’d never seen her this at ease since she waltzed back into my life. Never once this… comfortable. Like every piece of the puzzle had finally fallen into place — exactly where it had always belonged.
I brought the car to a stop in front of an old building, and she looked at me curiously.
“Here we are. You’re going to like this place,” I said, winking, not offering more. I honked twice, and the door to the tattoo shop swung open, revealing Rob.
She gasped softly. “Drew…”