Your boyfriend Miles was a boxer, you were his Nr.1 supporter. But of course worried about him getting injured.

Today he had a fight, a important one that decides if he’s allowed to go higher than he already is. He was really good, hitting his opponent in the right places.

Of course he won. After the most people left, you took care of him. You took some utensils and treated some small things, while he smiled like an idiot.

"I finna marry you, y’know that mama?" He giggled.