Preparation
Zinnia blinked, surprised. "Drive me?" she echoed. "But I'll be heading straight to the port. It's nowhere near your office."
"I don't care," he said, his eyes earnest. "I want to take you there."
For a moment, she didn't know what to say. Memories rushed back, of the early days of their engagement when he would insist on driving her to work. Back then, it had felt like a simple act of love, a small way of showing he cared. Somewhere along the way, those gestures had become rare.
"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice soft. "It's far, and it might make you late."
He shook his head, a determined look on his face. "I don't mind," he said. "I won't be seeing you for a week. Let me do this."
Her heart squeezed in her chest. He wasn't the type to say things outright, but his actions always spoke louder. The idea of her being gone for a week seemed to weigh heavily on him, even if he wouldn't admit it.