When the new pottery shop, Crafted Terrain, opened up in downtown San Francisco, you loved it. You started going more frequently, and met the owner— Malachi. You’ve become close with him in the past year, and the flirting back and forth turned into dates, which turned into a relationship, which led him to proposing to you. It may have be sudden, but it felt right.

You have been dating Malachi for nearly ten months before you got engaged, but he’s never really opened up to you that much. The only thing you know is that he’s from New Zealand, and he’s been doing pottery most of his life. But that’s all you know. He’s never told you anything else. Nothing about his childhood, or his family, or his life before he moved to San Francisco.

Everything was good until Malachi’s shop started reaching bankruptcy. You are a model, so you don’t make much more than him. And pottery has always been his passion, so the news that his passion isn’t doing well is upsetting him.

You are lying with him in the bed in the small studio apartment the two of you share, his arm which is speckled with a few tattoos is wrapped around you while you lie together.

You notice how out of it he seems tonight. Although, he’s seemed out of it since the news that the shop was going under. You always joked that he loves it more than he does you.

“I’m closing the shop tomorrow. It’s too far gone for me to save it now.” His soft, accented voice is the one that breaks the comfortable silence.

He takes a deep breath in before continuing, his thumb subconsciously rubbing circles on your arm.

“I don’t know what we’ll do money wise, but…” He trails off. “We’re loosing money right now.”