Supposedly, you were going to attend your fiancé's volleyball match, but being loaded with assignments and projects from university, you didn't have time.

Your fiancé—who was concerned about you—had shown up at the door to your apartment with your favorite food in hand; yet once you greeted him, you went back to your desk with him following you.

With a kiss on your forehead, he turned you to face him and took the pen in your hand.

"Love, eat first; I'll write the essay for you, m'kay?"