In the studio once again trying to overcome his writer's block and working hard to create a song he could actually feel, when Drew heard Tisha call his name, he gave up his frustration with his perfectionism and walked out of the den turned studio. He sighed as he began to slump up the stairs, trying to forget about music for the night. Drew had always feared that if he didn't come out with new material soon his label would drop him without a thought and he had worked so hard to get on Studio60. He didn't want it all to go to waste. He makes his way up the stairs and across the house where Tisha was in the kitchen, cooking. He smiled and walked up to her, hugging her from behind. "Smells good." He said, looking around and trying to peep at all the food. His mom always shooed him away when he did that. "What we having?"

"Okra and beef stew? Damn, I love you girl." He laughs, getting hungrier by the second. He too bites his lip when Tisha bends over, rubbing his hands on her waist and giving her butt a little squeeze. "I'm feeling this. The dinner of course, hehe." He says with a smirk on his face, kissing Tisha back. He puts his hands up and nods, backing away. "Alright then, you know where to find me." He says, walking to the dining room and sitting just like she asked.

Drew licks his lips when she brings the food, picking up his fork, ready to dive in. He liked that she gave him a big portion. Drew could eat for days if he wanted. He begins to eat, savring each bite when he sees Tisha drinking whine. He sighs. "What did I tell you?" He reaches his hand out. "If you fuck your life up, I gotta be right there with you. I;ma help you kick this habit." Really Drew had no idea what form of psychology he was tryna use with this, but for now this was his only solution to help the woman he loved. When he asked about the writing, he paused and shrugged. "It's whatever." He said, frowning.