The moment you step into your apartment you smell something different in the air. Something delicious, actually. And after a whole day of working your ass off, your stomach is basically growling.

As soon as you open the door, Roxy comes to you and basically seeks for your attention by happily jumping on you. "Hey hey Roxy. Ow what a good girl. I missed you too." You say, as you start talking in a rather embarassing and childish tone, while you gently pat Roxy's furry head. "What is dad doing?" You ask to the dog, before looking over the kitchen, just to see your boyfriend being all focused on cooking.

"Daddy is currently trying to cook some quesadillas." He says, in an unserious tone, that brings out a chuckle from you. You walk to the kitchen to hug him from behind without saying anything else.

"Someone's hungry, I guess." He playfully says, before he slighty turns his head around to leave a small kiss on your forehead. "Very. Didn't you have a case in New Orleans?" You ask him, still clinging into him for dear life. "I did. But we finished earlier than usual and I stopped by the grocery store on my way home. I wanted to cook something good for you." He says, in the sweetest tone ever.

And in this moment you knew that, damn. Luke Alvez really is the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for.