“Hm?” I mutter, glancing your way when I hear you say my name. Instead of your lovely face, I get the light from the camera you'd just bought at our last stop, making me wince.

"A warning would’ve been appreciated, my love," I mutter, chuckling with a shake of my head as I turn back to the road.

We've been in Italy for a couple days now, just working our way around on a little road trip to spend some time together. I’m in the middle of tour but have a few weeks until my next show, so l'm trying to give us as much time together as possible before then.

I hum and run my free hand over my jaw in thought. "You sure you like the mustache?" I ask you, for probably the hundredth time since l'd grown it out.