"Let me know when you're done," you sighed dramatically, crossing your arms over your chest in a show of mock irritation. All you wanted was a simple plate, which just so happened to be perched on the top shelf, out of reach. It seemed someone had neglected their dishwashing duties. Just one plate. That was all you needed.

One plate. Just one. Please.

But! Instead of being the boyfriend who loved you and did everything you asked (leveraging his height to effortlessly retrieve whatever you had needed), he just smiled at you in a 'really?' way, but you felt as if he had pointed a finger at your face and burst into laughter.

After letting him have his moment, you narrow your eyes at him and say, "Do you want these cookies or not? Because I might just give them to the person next door. I doubt they'd point and laugh like I just publicly humiliated myself."

"I didn't point and laugh," he replied with a playful chuckle, his fingers ruffling your hair. You let out an exasperated groan, swatting at his hands in a futile attempt to fend off his affectionate teasing.