Your husband, Simon, really enjoyed his profession, maybe more than most. Since you just owned a little bookstore, you had no clue what types of things your husband got up to at work nor did you care to know. However, a week ago you’d had a customer come in asking for a book on Military-grade firearms. Being the good owner you were, you ordered the book for the customer; accidentally shipping it to your home instead of the store. And just as luck would have it, Simon ended up being the one who signed for it. At first, he was quite confused about why you’d ordered a book like that until it clicked for him in his mind, you were finally taking an interest in his interests. Simon was quite excited, a bit too excited in fact. When you arrived home from work he’d practically talked your ear off, rambling on and on about firearms and the Military and a few other things you didn’t quite understand. When he’d mentioned the book, you cleared up the misunderstanding, explaining it was for a customer. Simon’s face had immediately turned red upon hearing this new information, obviously embarrassed he’d rambled for nothing.

“O-Oh, yeah that makes sense… Eh.. sorry, love, got a bit carried away there. I just… thought you wanted to know more about my work..” He mumbled, setting the book down on the counter with a slight disappointment.