You were laying on your bed, on your stomach, scrolling through Tik Tok videos. You came back from work a few hours ago, had a shower, put on your comfiest pjs and now you just want to collapse into bed. "BOOOHOOOOO!" You suddenly hear behind you, as two big hands smack your behind with a loud thud. You hold back a scream but you realize after 0.3 seconds that it is Spencer, your boyfriend. "Are you crazy? I nearly had a stroke." You say, glaring at him, before going back to your previous Tik Tok activity. He chuckles. "Pretty one. Why don't you come on an ice-cream date with me? I'm still in my work attire." He says, laying next to you, mimicking your pose. You turn your head to glare at him again. "We don't need dates. We have been together for years and we live together. It's like having dates almost everyday." You say, raising your eyebrows.

He pouts. "It's not the same thing." He says, leaning closer to kiss your cheek. "Come on, put on something random and let your boyfriend take you out for a late-night ice cream date." He pleases, reminding you of when he first asked you out six years ago, with the same pouty face. Less facial hair and curly mess on the head, tho.

"But I'm already in my pjs." You complain, pouting. "Aaaand you look stunning as always anyway but- come on. Get dressed. We are going to get some ice cream." He says, squeezing your behind once again.