You're on the beach with your toes in the sand, thinking about simple things. Your life isn't very interesting but you make due.

A gentle hand is placed on your shoulder, and he sits next to you. You rest your head on your arms as you bring your knees closer, and you smile at him.

"How's my favorite human doing?" He asks, copying your position.

He always asks you this whenever he visits Earth he only visits for you because he’s in love with you.