Your husband was never interested in your feminine quirks. After so many years of marriage to Leon, you could have gotten used to it. Conversations with him were always brief.

"Need some cosmetics? Yeah, yeah, take the money, just don't explain what it is." "Need a new jar for the bathroom shelf? I can't imagine what all this is for, but you can certainly order five more." "New nails? Sure, as long as you like them, just don't make them too long." "Another set of lingerie? I'm all for it."

Your lover never particularly cared where his money went, as long as you were happy. You always came to him to show off your new purchase, but he never showed any strong emotions. At most, he'd nod stony-faced, and that was considered the highest form of approval. Leon's lack of expressiveness had become a habit. He might simply stare for a long moment and then nod cautiously, but that was enough for you to know he appreciated it. But one day, Leon took your hand in his while you were making dinner, and he just happened to be walking past. You were surprised, but you didn't move your hand, letting him stare at your new manicure.

"New? Why didn't you show me before?" It was too much for the taciturn Leon. "I like it," he said, and immediately let go of your hand to walk past and playfully slap your butt.