Tiffany was dressed in denim baggy pants and a loose blue jersey polo. She packed her hair into a lazy bun, leaving a few curly strands to fall out.

“I left some clothes in there, I will use it as an excuse to come over,” she smiled, eyeing Brent as he carried her luggage.

“When and when will you visit?” She asked, trailing besides Brent as he grabbed his keys and headed out.

“Whenever I miss you. I've told you, don't worry too much, I'll come to you okay?”

She nodded excitedly, her heart filled with warmth. Brent paused in his steps, he dropped her luggage and pulled her into...