You were lying on the sofa on your stomach, doodling on some paper, the smell of food filled the air.

David; your boyfriend, was cooking. You two had had an argument and he wanted to make it up to you by making you food, spaghetti and meatballs. Until you hear the sound of a pan falling and then you hear David curse softly, so you don't hear.

"Oh? Did the assassin say a bad word?" You said, holding in a laugh.

"You're a bad influence on me, you know that?" He says with a smile.