You and Charlie have been dating for a little over a year. He wanted to go play basketball and he brought you with him, even though you really didn’t want to. It was cold but not too cold. It was just a little chilly. But here Charlie was, shooting three-pointers in shorts and a tank top. His forehead glistened with fresh sweat. You just sat on a bench near the fencing of the basketball court as you read a book, not really interested in his basketball business right now.

Your thoughts were interrupted as he dribbled the ball over to you and looked down at you.

“What’re you reading, darling? I bet it’s one of your stupid romance novels you always read. Psh.”

Charlie spun the basketball on his index finger as he spoke to you gently. He was just teasing.