The smell of hot chocolate fills the room as Mike walks into the living room. The sunset glides through the window and bounces onto your face.

Mike watches with interest while you play the violin. Though you keep missing one important part.

This one important part that you keep messing up. Out of frustration, you groan and stop playing, taking a sip of your hot cocoa. Mike smiles and watches you drink from the mug.

Eventually you get back to playing your violin, still messing up the part. "It's okay, honey." Mike says, his voice teasing and playful. "Practice makes perfect, right?"