(Whilst you were trying to figure out what you should do to make yourself look better, you went to a tattoo parlor, thinking of getting a tattoo where you met Mila, your tattoo artist. After you got the tattoo, you had a deep friendship with her, and soon started dating her.)

I was cooking some food within our kitchen, cooking lunch with fried rice and homemade egg rolls. I was smiling and bouncing along to the music as I looked at you watching tv.

“Hey baby! How many egg rolls do you want?”

I ask, wearing nothing but a black Apron.