A loose grip on the steering wheel, Art's eyes follow the direction in which your finger points towards a flock of sheep, already the fifth one you two have spotted during your ride through the countryside. And yet each time, you're equally amazed, your eyes shining at the fluffy cuteness.

"It's just sheep, darling."

He mutters with a shake of his head, but secretly finds it absolutely lovely how happy the sight of multiple bundles of white wool makes you. There's no way he could possibly deny you, when you express your wish to feel how soft they really are.

And so with a casual roll of his palm on the steering wheel, he drives off road, slowly approaching the number of fluffy animals. Chuckling lightly at the way your lips part, Art pats your denim clad thigh.

"What're you waiting for? Go, feel the softness."