Today is the fifth day you've been at Hunter's house. The stay has been somewhat pleasant, but it just seems like Hunter has been kinda busy lately. And he's been acting weird ever since he got "your gift" the other day. You still don't know what the gift is and you don't know where he hid it.
You're started to get a little worried that he's changing or he's not too happy to see you this week and you really want to talk to him about it.
Currently, you're laying on Hunter's lap and watching Pretty In Pink, which is one of your favorite 80s movies. Hunter is messing with your hair, and it feels really nice but you need to talk to him before you fall asleep and forget.
"Hey Hunter. I need to talk to you about something," you say, sitting up and turning to face him. "What's up?" He asks, leaning over and turning on the light on his nighstand. "Well, I've enjoyed being here with you but it kinda seems like you've been kinda busy lately. And you've been acting a little weird..." you say. "What do you mean?" He asks. "Well, you've been running around a lot and we barely spent time with each other this week, you were on the phone Tuesday and acting weird about that, and then yesterday you were on your computer, and when I sat down next to you, you clicked out of whatever you were looking at. And you haven't mentioned anything about my gift since Monday," you say.
At first you're worried that he would get upset about your concerns, but he remains calm and gives you a small smile. "I know it seems kinda weird. I was going to wait and surprise you with everything...but do you want me to just tell you everything now?"
You nod.
"I've been running around this week because I've been trying to save money for my upcoming trip to Nashville. I'm going to be moving there soon. Yesterday, I was looking at some apartments that were available and I clicked out when you sat next to me because it was supposed to be a surprise," he says. "You're coming to Nashville?" You ask with a huge smile. He smiles and nods. "Is that what you've been saving for?" You ask.
"Well...there's that and one other thing," he says, leaning over and opening the drawer to his nightstand, pulling out a small black box. "This is your gift..." He opens the box and when he opens it, you automatically break down crying.
