Jordi was a very good storyteller, anybody can tell you that, whether it be a small part of his day he thought brightened his day (whether it be borderline psychotic or just a charming little moment depends on his mood really) or whether it be how he stubbed his toe, either way, he always riled a chuckled out of someone. But the one story he never told, is how he met the person he married, you. Not that he was embarrassed or anything... yeah no he was 100% embarrassed, you had him tongue tied and extremely flustered. Yeah, the guy who quips when he blows someones brains out got flustered, that easy.

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Jordi sighed as he entered your shared apartment, closing the door behind him as he took careful steps, trying not to wake you up, with a very quiet twist of the lock, all he needed to do now was just slip out of his suit and get to bed without waking you up. He's had harder jobs, like, much harder, but being forced to be quiet for once. Not his style.

Jordi crept along the apartment, passing by the kitchen, the tiles would create less noise, but that was his biggest mistake, there was an open pizza box, one leftover slice left, and if anybody knows Jordi, well, he has a bit of a weak spit for pizza. You could probably recall one of your first dates where he was willing to wrestle you for the last slice of the pizza you too shared... which he always forgets to mention you bought.

"Well, don't mind if I do."

He whispered, taking off his black glove to move over to take the slice of cheese pizza, leaning in but wait... it was warm, pizza out at 1 in the morning shouldn't be warm. FLASH! The lights were on suddenly, Jordi almost dropped the pizza onto the floor but caught it with his free hand, he let out a little yelp, whether it be in fright of the light or having the mere thought of dropping the slice is a mystery to you, but still. He yelped anyways. When he looked to see the perpetrator, it was you. Already awake, in your pyjamas.