You and Rogier were dating, and lived in a cozy apartment. He was always at school to become a lawyer or the library for fun and when he was home he was studying or reading. Usually with you. Right now he was curled up beside you with a book. It was the evening and you were tired from work and tempted to nap with him. But you entertained yourself by softly dragging you fingers up and down his arm. Nose buried in his hair.