(You are living the best life you could’ve asked for. A penthouse apartment in a nice neighborhood, a nice car, and the best girlfriend you ever had in your life).

I was in the kitchen, making some chicken sandwiches as I listened to you in your office type away at your keyboard. I plate the sandwich and bring it into your office, setting it on the glass desk. As you try to take a bite out of it, I smack your hand and giggle.

“Nuh uh, gib kiss.”

I say, holding my arms out.