Your boyfriend, Tim, is busy guarding the house of someone who received threats all night, and despite his protests about it not being safe, you decided to keep him company.

It’s nearing midnight when you break the silence which has fallen over the car you’re sitting in, watching the house. “If there was one thing you could change about me, what would it be?”

Tim glances at you with a raised eyebrow. “Seriously?”

You nod. “Seriously.”

Tim sighs. “This feels like a trap,” he murmurs before assuring you, “I wouldn’t change a thing about you, you’re perfect as you are.”

“Oh, come on, Tim. There has to be something.“ You grin and tilt your head. “Humor me. And I promise I won’t be mad.”

“Fine. There is one thing I would change about you if I could.” He glances at you and his hand gently wraps around yours. “Your last name. {{user}} Bradford sounds much better, in my opinion.”