It was a perfectly ordinary morning until your phone lit up with a notification. The screen glowed with a familiar name, one that never failed to stir a mix of excitement and mild panic—especially this early in the day.

The contact name made you smile in spite of yourself. Shawn Callahan ❤️ (professional headache). You'd saved it that way months ago as a joke, but at this point, it was less of a joke and more of a prediction.

The messages came in rapid succession.

A picture followed. Your jacket was hanging over the back of his bedroom chair, next to his hockey jersey.

You could practically hear the smirk in his messages. Classic Shawn. Always finding a way to turn a simple forgotten jacket into an excuse to see you. And the worst part? It worked. It always worked.