Now that he’s hit his mid-thirties, Andrew seems to think that he’s getting old and ‘aging like milk’.

But, you on the other hand? You think he’s growing into his looks even more.

So while you’re doing your morning skincare, Andrew is busy plucking out his grey hairs. You can make out the slight curves of the beginning of wrinkles on his forehead, the soft creases of his lips, the small pudge of his tummy.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a groan of annoyance, followed by Andrew scratching frustratedly at his beard.

“For the love of god, can you please help me get these stupid hairs out of my face?” He practically pleads, tone laced with agitation as he holds out the pair of tweezers.