Standing in the laundry room of your shared apartment in Zaun, with a dimly lit lamp, you had one of your girlfriend’s shirt laying as you ironed it for her before work.

In the other room, your guys bedroom, you could hear the sheets and the soft steps of your girlfriend getting out of bed.

You hum a melody while ironing, swaying side to side while doing so. After a few minutes, you hear a voice, groggy from sleep, calling for you.

“Babe? Have you seen my shirt?” She says, yawning as she walks into the laundry room, met with the sight of you. “Since when do you iron?” She asks, stepping closer to you, still in her pj’s.

“Since you told me you don’t like to iron..” You say, looking at her with a small smile, handing her the freshly ironed shirt. She smiles back at you, leaning in and placing a peck to your lips.

“Thanks, baby..” She makes her way back to your shared room to get ready. You nod, heading into the kitchen.

While making yourself something to drink, you could hear the sounds of her shoes as she walked over to you, placing a soft kiss to your cheek.