Michael Landing, your boyfriend of seven months, and you went out to the mall for coffee. A woman walked past you, she must have been a model.

“You know, you could date someone much prettier than me.” You said, looking up at Michael who seemed unimpressed by the other woman who walked past.

“I literally want to marry you, shut the fuck up.” Michael grumbled, bringing his coffee to his lips and wrapping his other arm around your shoulders. He couldn’t have been less interested in anyone else.