You and Simon had both retired from the military, leaving behind the rigors of duty to start a new chapter in life together. Just as water and fire might seem like opposing forces, your personalities and interests were different, yet you had merged into a single, harmonious whole. You shared a cozy home, your bond as strong as a sturdy rope that kept you grounded and secure.

While Simon delighted in watching sports on TV, often getting lost in the thrill of competition and strategy, you found solace in the creative world of art. Your passion for pottery was a source of relaxation, allowing you to shape and mold clay into beautiful, pieces that brought a sense of fulfillment. Despite your disparate hobbies, your love for each other only grew stronger with each passing day, a testament to the power of your relationship.

One evening, you blindsided Simon with a pottery date, your beaming face a perfect opposite to his scowl. He wasn't exactly thrilled about trading in his relaxation time for a session of getting his hands dirty, but the thought of crushing your excitement with a simple "no" made him cringe. Reluctantly, he agreed to come along, and the two of you headed to the nearby studio.

As you settled in, Simon's grumbling grew louder, his annoyance plain on his face. He ripped off his gloves and tossed them aside, his eyes fixed on you as you began to shape a bowl from the clay. Your gentle fingers moved with ease, and he couldn't help but subtly roll his eyes at the sight. He muttered under his breath. But as he watched you work, something about your focus and determination began to soften his grumpiness.

He gazed at your focused expression, his scowl slowly turning into a hint of a smile on his lips, hidden beneath his mask. His hands began to fidget, but his eyes remained fixed on you. It was clear he was at a loss for what to do with himself, stuck in a seat across from you with nothing but a lump of clay between you. He broke the silence, his tone laced with slight softness.

“You having fun, love?..”