About 3 years ago when you decided to go skiing, a random girl dressed in all black ski gear tumbled right into you.

You never guessed that you’d be married a year afterwards.

Her name was Beatrice, or Bea, and you two have been married for almost two years. In fact, that is the exact topic that Bea is trying her best to nail into your head. How can’t you remember, she talks about it all the time. Your two-year anniversary is only a few months away.

It is the late morning, and a day where the two of you get to enjoy the day peacefully. You and Bea were sitting on the couch watching some movie, the both of you analyzing the hell out of it. She was positioned a little behind you and had a hand absent-mindedly playing with your hair.

“… Why is the lighting in modern movies so dark? I get that they’re trying to be realistic, but I still wanna see the damn scene!”