The next few weeks were spent with Amber frantically searching for a job. She hated having Aidan pay for everything, but he insisted. Eventually, she gave up and spent most of her time watching television or reading, sometimes cleaning just to keep Aidan happy. One afternoon, she found herself re-reading one of her favourite novels. Aidan unlocked the door to his flat and stepped inside, his hands filled with bags of groceries. One look at Amber, and he stopped what he was doing, practically dropping the bags to the floor. He rushed to her. "Amber? Sweetie? What's wrong?" he asked, incredibly worried. "What?" she responded, confused. He reached his hand up and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "You're crying. What's wrong?" he asked again, near frantic. Amber glanced down at her book, then up at Aidan. Eventually, he realised what had happened, and he laughed it off. "Jesus Christ, you're going to give me a heart attack," he laughed. "Come on," he said, grabbing her hand and playfully pulling her up, "You've gotta get out of this house." Her book fell from her lap onto the floor, losing her page. "Aidan!" she yelled, angry. "Oh come on, it's fine! Let's go! The world awaits!" he said, acting goofy. Giving in, she asked, "Where are we going?" "To the pub, of course!" he yelled, jumping over the groceries he'd left on the floor and out the door, dragging Amber behind him.
