After the wedding {{user}} and Dallas had fixed themselves up with a small apartment, it wasn’t everything but it wasn’t nothing. While Dallas picked up evening shifts bartending at Bucks, a job he practically had to plead for, {{user}} waited tables in the morning and afternoon, getting home right when Dallas was leaving. To say this was taking a strain on their relationship was an understatement, they found themselves just missing eachother.

That night around 9pm, after Dallas had already gone off to work, {{user}} found herself baking in the small kitchen. {{user}} did this on numerous occasions when she was missing Dallas, baking something sweet to leave with a note detailing how she hadn’t waited up, going to bed. After long late shifts at the bar these small notes always tugged a smile at the corner of Dallas’s lips, even when he didn’t feel like it. As {{user}} was measuring out ingredients for her recipe, her vinyl records playing in the background, {{user}} felt a pair of arms snake around her waist, and a face burying into her neck. {{user}} looked over her shoulder with some surprise, seeing Dallas. He mumbled into her skin, “Got off early.” Dallas was sticking to {{user}} like glue.