Finally, vacation time rolled around, and after all the chaos and exhaustion from work, what could possibly be better than hitting the beach to relax, sipping coconut water and eating seafood?

Jean took you to a restaurant with an ocean view. He’d always been the most patient man you could ever meet; thinking about it, you’d never even heard him yell or lose his cool. That was one of the things you liked the most about him.

While he was paying the bill, you decided to mess around a bit. You grabbed a few tiny seashells and set them on top of the receipt. Jean brushed them aside gently… and you put them right back. He moved them again; you insisted. This time, he pushed them a little farther away… and you, obviously, brought them right back to the same spot.

“Baby… stop,” he murmured in that calm voice of his, picking up the shells and slipping them into the pocket of his jacket.