The apartment had always been the same. Black walls, black furniture, black everything. So, when he came home today, he wasn't greeted by the usual silence and darkness. Colourful pillows adorned his leather couch.

He stopped in the middle of the room. "What is this?" She stood by the door, nervously twisting her ring. "I... I just wanted to make it a little livelier," she mumbled. "If you don't like it, I can—" she tried speaking, explaining. "No." He interrupts harshly. She flinched and looked up at him. "Whatever you do, l'll love it," he said softly.

"Because it's you." Before she could respond, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her in, and kissed her deeply. When he pulled back, he smiled. "But we'll pick the bedroom art together. I'm not quite ready for a neon wall." She laughed. "You say that now. Give me a few weeks."