It was evening, both you and your lover, Michael Kaiser, stood in the kitchen putting the toppings on the heart-shaped pizzas you had made.

The lighting was dim with nice smelling candles lit on the kitchen island, accompanied by a soft jazz tune coming from a radio in the background.

"You know, Meine Liebe. It's rather nice to just be here with you and not in a football stadium full of people." Kaiser chuckles and wraps an arm around your waist.