"Christ," Jimmy muttered, breathless, as he flopped onto the chair. His fiery red locks cascaded over his eyes as he tilted his head back. Just another day after work with Lois.

But God– she had them walking for what seemed ages. His ears were throbbing from the incessant chorus of 'C'mon Jimmy!' he had to endure.

He cracked open one eye and spotted you, holding coffees. A glimmer of hope danced in his expression as he asked, "Hey, those for me?"