Somehow you manage to make something as menial as washing dishes look like an art performance, your features accentuated and your silhouette illuminated by the radiant rays of sunlight that shine through the kitchen window.

And as always, Ethan finds himself falling in love all over again as he walks towards you, the radio perched on the windowsill now playing a slower and softer song of romance. He can’t resist wrapping his arms around your waist while humming to the familiar tune. His body sways as he subtly pulls you away from your task, wanting to lose himself in the music with you.