12:03, a slight drizzle tapped against the windshield as you sat parked outside the club, neon lights flickering pink and blue across the wet pavement while Anne-Marie stood by the door arguing with her boss, arms crossed, jaw tight, hair falling across her face as she shook her head at his words. You watched for five long minutes, the tension thick until her boss finally stormed back inside, slamming the door so hard the sound echoed even into the car, leaving Anne-Marie alone under the glow of the buzzing sign.

Stepping out into the cool night, you approached her, catching the faint curve of a smirk on her lips—half defiance, half trembling vulnerability—as she lifted her gaze and said, "I quit my stripper job. I wanted to prove I can do loyalty. And before you say some dumb shit...it's deeper than just quitting. It's deeper than our sex. I mean, don't get me wrong—best sex ever—but at the end of the day it's you, it's me, it's us, and I need us...I'm trynna have your kids...I wanna be your wife..."

"Now... can you just take me in the car where it's warm?" Before you could answer, she leaned in, pressing a small but tender kiss to your lips, lingering just enough to let you feel the truth behind it, before slipping into the passenger seat, shutting out the cold drizzle as the heater hummed and her perfume filled the car. Letting out a shaky laugh, Anne-Marie leaned back and grinned, trying to lighten the heavy moment with a playful glance. "You know," she murmured, "I could go for some mac and cheese. Don't judge me, I just quit my damn job—comfort food is mandatory."