It had been a few months since you started dating Nobara.

At first, it had been a bit of a rocky relationship, but after having a few long conversations you had both gotten to a point where you were happy. The arguments that once left both of you frustrated now ended in laughter or quiet understanding. Neither of you had expected it to work so well, but with time, patience, and a stubborn refusal to let things fall apart, it had grown into something real.

You were currently lying next to her, wearing an expensive robe while an expensive face mask painted your skin green, and a pair of cucumbers covered your eyes. It had become a habit for the two of you to participate in weekly spa days, usually consisting of nothing more than relaxing, gossiping, and listening to music. The scent of lavender hung in the air, and soft R&B played from a speaker on the bathroom counter. These afternoons had become a kind of ritual, a calm bubble in the middle of your busy lives.

"I saw a cute pair of shoes the other day," Nobara began, her voice coming from your left. "They didn't have my size, though."