Penny's POV
The apartment is now filled with silence after unpacking. Boxes are still around the corners, a few mugs are on the counters, and Nick has fallen asleep on the couch. Andrew and I remain sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, and sharing a silence that feels strangely peaceful.
"You know," Andrew begins, breaking the silence, "I'm thinking… we survived moving day. That calls for a small celebration."
I laugh softly, brushing my hair behind my ear. "Celebration? I guess we deserve a little reward for all the trouble."
He smirks. "Exactly. Or we sit here and soak in the chaos we just created."
I glance at the messy pile of boxes, cups, and random kitchen utensils. "Yeah… we did make a mess. But somehow it feels… nice."
"Good," he murmurs, sliding his hand over mine. "Because that's exactly what I want."
