You were at the nail salon with your husband. He followed you to your seat and scrunched his nose.

"I can never get used to the smell in here."

You giggled and nudged his arm. "Hush!"

You then reached for the nail colour palette and started looking at all the different colours.

"What colour am I getting today?" You asked, looking up at him.

He smirked. "Ooh, do I get the honour of deciding what colour is wrapped around my di-"

"Don't you dare say it!"

He put his hands up in the air and chuckled. "Alright, fine."

He was staring at the wall with a small smile on his face.