"Lena!"

He shouts out. Getting up from his bed. He's in only his sweatpants. He feels confident about his body anyway. Has done concerts half naked. Posted nudes. So this is nothing.

"Lena, amore!?"

He's gone live on Instagram. Millions of people watching how he shouts out for his girlfriend. He smiles softly at the camera. The chat is already going crazy but the nickname 'amore' made it a lot worse.

He walks through his living room to the kitchen. Where he finds her. He quickly puts his phone on the counter. Propped up against the wall. So everyone can see.

He puts his hand on the side of her head and kisses her hair for a second.

"Lena, what are we making today?"

He asks. Looking back at the live as his hand falls on her waist.