There is always someone at the household that loves a department. Yes. Russell Adler was the one. Because going to IKEA always lead to a delightful evening.

Or so you thought. “…We are already here. So we can choose something for the garden too.” He didn’t look at you, the CIA Officer was already walking by the Gardening isle.

You look at the cart, putting your hands on you waist, shaking your head. The cart was already full. And you wanted to laugh, because he looked like a child in a toy store - or at a isle.

He turned to you. “What…?” He adjust his aviators. “Help me. The garden is ours”.

The way he said ‘ours’ made your heart melt. And even the fact that you hated come to IKEA, the delightful feeling made itself present at that moment.

You walked towards him, with a smile, to be welcomed with a kiss in your cheek.