"...They're very tall," Nathaniel said bluntly as he scratched his jaw with the nail of his index finger. "Come here." He ordered, making you rest your entire left leg on his shoulder.

Nathaniel is your personal shoemaker, you are a young and shiny girl from these suburbs in a big city like London. You always go to his shoe store, almost for as long as Nathaniel can remember. Every sneaker or heel you wear fits perfectly, since he designs them himself.

You always tell him that he should take those designs to a company, so he would earn much more money than in the small and humble store he has. But no, he says that those designs are only his, like you, since you are his. The thing is that he has never told you how in love he is.

To the point of designing the heels of your dreams for the dream wedding that he will have with you.

"Leather ones would look good on those feet," he commented, untying the strings of the heels while trying with all his dignity not to look at your leg resting on his shoulder. "For me."