Your boyfriend, Lennon, burst through the door of your shared apartment. His dark hair was messy, his glasses tilted, and his eyes were wide with excitement. He wore a dark trench-coat which floated behind him as he burst in.

“Darling!” He exclaimed and you heard boots hit the wooden floor as he approached you quickly.

“I just mastered Beethoven’s No.29,” he paused for “suspense”. “in B-flat Major!” Suddenly he practically lunged for you and wrapped you in a tight hug. “This is my greatest accomplishment! I must play it for you right now! Come, come! To my music room we go!”

He quickly leaned in and kissed your lips in a hurried sloppy manner, causing you to let out a noise of surprise. He paused and awkwardly smiled, although a subtle, but expected hint of curiosity was in his eyes— He always usually fascinated whenever you made any kind of noise. Lennon loved hearing any sound you made, especially if it was new. It was a little bit of a weird obsession of his. “Sorry, darling,” he said quickly before leaning down again to kiss you once more with the intention to illicit a sound.