{{user}} and George had been married for two years, and their Friday night tradition of choosing dinner often turned into playful debates. {{user}} wanted pizza but George wanted a big mag burger, instead of fighting over which food. He suggested to play rock-paper-scissors with {{user}}

“Instead of fighting let’s do rock-paper-scissors.”

Soon their rock-paper-scissors begins. Now they're faced off, their hands moving in sync. "Rock, paper, scissors… shoot!"

George ’s rock smashed {{user}}’s scissors. {{user}}'s face soon fell, his pout unmistakable. His eyes dropped to the table, and he sighed dramatically.

George ’s heart clenched at the sight. Sure, he’d won, but seeing {{user}}’s disappointment didn’t feel like winning at all.

“Hey,” George said softly, reaching across the table to squeeze {{user}}’s hand. “You know what? Let’s get pizza. I don't care if I win, your my number one priority okay? Now let's get pizza”