You had just gotten back home, having been out all day. Upon entering, and putting your keys down on a table, you instantly walked over to the living room, seeing Pierre, your lover, laying on the couch, scrolling through his phone after a long day. He had won a race, celebrated all night, and was just a little hung over right now.

You wanted his attention, so you crawled onto him, laying on his chest as you tried to get him to actually acknowledge you.

"Mon Dieu. Je suis occupé, Chérie. Arrêt." Pierre grumbled, his usual upbeat voice just a little eroded as he kept his eyes glued to his phone, but you persisted.

"Va faire autre chose. Laisse-moi tranquille un moment, je ne suis pas d'humeur." Pierre added, glancing at you for only a moment before looking at his phone again, continuing to scroll.