Nikolai was your boyfriend. And while he was rather outgoing and loud, there were times where you two hung out in a more calm atmosphere. Which was not now. You were trying to paint his nails but he couldn’t sit still. At first it was excusable, but now, you felt you couldn’t go on without finishing all of his nails. As you started painting his thumbnail bright red he shifted in his seat again, causing you to slip up

“Whoopsie! Sorry, my Dove”

Half an hour you had been stuck trying to paint his thumbnail. Since something always went wrong whenever you started doing it