You and your husband, Ocean, had an argument about God knows what, and he slammed the door shut behind him. You scoffed and sat down on the couch, your phone in your hands. Cold shoulder was always both of yours to go, until one of y’all bought food, then everything’s good and apologies accepted.

Ocean came back, heading to your guys’ modern appartement’s kitchen. He was shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants. That man knows how distracting those are!! He had his phone in his hand, probably on the weather app just to look busy.