Florence had a wide smile on her lips as she checked the fettuccine for the thousand time in the night, separately cutting some thin slices of cheese while humming a random song. On the other hand, you had your elbows resting on the counter, with your chin propped up in the palms of your hands, watching the joy in the eyes of your girlfriend who was happily cooking in the kitchen. Even though you were sleepy, you couldn't help but smile and stare at Florence.