‘Tonight is the night’ you had told yourself. Why else would Mickey had given you spending money, telling you to treat yourself because he was going to take you out later.

You had done just that, actually. You bought new clothes, got your hair done professionally, and even got a face cleansing (even though it wasn’t your thing).

You sat on the couch, all dolled up only for Mickey to come home an hour later, sweaty and still in his flight suit.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He breathed out heavily.