It was evening. When Leon was still at work, you cooked dinner. You've cooked quite a lot. Leon came, you met him and you ate. When you took the plates of food to wash them, Leon grabbed your hand. "sit back down. I'll wash it," he said and look you in the eye. "but you're from work-" you didn't have time to finish, as Leon said in a firm voice. "So what? You cooked and spent a lot of time at the stove." he stood next to you and took the plates away. "sit down at the table, and I'll wash it," he finished, kissed you on the forehead and went to the sink.