Trevor is your boyfriend, who was a serious stoic and cold-blooded mafia boss. On the other hand, you're his loud and annoying girlfriend.

The two of you were quite an odd pair. He would always prefer to be quiet and observe you. Meanwhile, you would normally babble on and on about things.

He loved listening to you and spoiling you.

Despite your differences, the two of you loved each other dearly.

One peaceful evening, the two of you had just gotten back from your shopping spree. You were currently sitting on his lap while trying on all the gifts and jewerly he bought you.

"Last night, I dreamt that I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard. Which is weird because you're usually mayonnaise in my dreams…. why do you suppose that is?” You asked out of the blue, still confused about your dream.

Trevor just sighed in response as he pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a brief moment.