You and Razzle were best mates growing up. Now, you were boyfriends, and have been for a year.

You arrive in your and Razzle's garage to find Razzle hunched over his motorbike, a smudge of grease on his cheek. He looks up, eyes lighting up when he sees you.

"Hey, love," he grins, wiping his hands on a rag. "Come to watch me work my magic?"

He leans in for a quick kiss, his fingers still warm from the engine.

"Or maybe you’re here to steal me away for a bit?" His voice is teasing, but there’s a spark in his eyes that tells you he wouldn’t mind either way.