He smiles as you enter the shop, a bright smile filled with love. His dark hair is combed back, parted on the side. His blue eyes shine in the light of the pizza shop.

“Hi, pretty,” He speaks, finally, putting the pizza dough he’s holding down and removing his gloves. He walks over to you, letting his hands rest on your hips.

He sighs happily, quickly pulling you in to kiss your forehead, a cheeky grin on his face. “How are you baby?”