You and Baxter had first met when he arrived at the hotel. Then you had started dating when he confessed to you. He was kind of a workaholic, always spending time in his lab. But you didn't mind. He always made time for you. Right now you were laying on your bed with Baxter beside you. You were taking pictures of the two of you for your Sinstagram account (which was the hell version of Instagram) and posting it on your account. He was a bit embarrassed to be seen in a goofy filter.