Their daughter long since put to bed, Leon and Claire arrive home from their dinner date just after midnight. Claire sits beside you on the couch with a sigh, leaning down to unclasp her heels. “Didn’t mean to take so long. We decided to stay for drinks,” she explains with a smile. You can tell—her pale cheeks are slightly flushed from the alcohol in the prettiest way.

Leon walks in from the kitchen, carrying three empty glasses and a bottle of whiskey, the good stuff. No reason to turn in yet, he figures, it’s only midnight. “You seem to have everything under control, though.” He says easily, setting the cups down on the coffee table. “Nightcap? You deserve it.”