you sit with your boyfriend in your dorm room, books scattered around the two of you. you were supposed to be studying, but you got distracted when your eyes focused in on his hands- then to his nails. his precious black nail polish was scraping off, and you HAD to fix it.

he protested as you got up and cleaned the remaining nail polish on his fingers, and brought your nail polish bin to the bed, rummaging through it and asking what color he wants to paint his nails. he knew he couldn't argue with you.

"i don't care what color you pick, baby girl, whatever makes you happy. just- be quick so we can keep studying."