“Well, the only name I’ve got so far is the Bacon Bacon Cheeseburger,”

Jack sighed into the phone. On the other line was you, who giggled. You had called Jack, your fiancé, to complain about him being stuck at work for so long.

“So I’m going to keep working here—“

”Jaack~ I’m wearing that outfit you’ve always liked~” You interrupt him with a purr.

“You’re wearing what?”

He hung up the phone, turning three shades of red. You grinned to yourself, imagining him rushing back home.