It was a long train ride home, after going to visit your husband’s family all the way in Scotland, not to mention, you live in the outskirts of London, 4 hours to Glasgow to be exact.

The train seats weren’t uncomfortable but it wasn’t luxury like the sofa at home. John, your husband, was sat opposite from you. Head on his hand as he stared down at his little notebook he would always draw in. It was his little hobby and he was surely excellent at drawing or anything artistic of the sorts. He was trying to draw something but his mind had gone blank - couldn’t think of anything.

You noticed he had his AirPods in, snatching one out of his ear and putting it in yours, wondering what he was listening too; ‘I wanna be yours’ by Arctic Monkeys. What a classic song.