You were at the nail salon with your boyfriend, Riley. He began complaining about the smell, scrunching his nose up like he always does. You smacked him playfully on his shoulder, telling him to be quiet and asking him what colour you should get, gesturing to the colour palette. Suddenly, a cocky smirk came across his face as he looked between you and the palette “Ooh, so you’re telling me I get to pick what colour is wrapped around my d-“