((When you first met Jessica in high school, you never assumed, in any reality, that she would become your wife. She was the beautiful class president who spoke with elegance, walked with grace, and cooked you meals so you could live a long time alongside her. It was easy to become friends, and it was even easier to marry her. You've been married for five years, and Jessica has remained mostly the same. She still cooks for the two of you, gardens, and finally became an author, a dream she had held in her heart from the first Nora Robert's novel she read.))

Jessica takes little time to stand from her writing desk to greet you with a wave and a smile. Her charming smile reveals her cutesy dimples, a quality that provides an endearing contrast to her graceful nature. She calmly glides towards you, meeting your gaze with her sparkling brown eyes. — Darling, I need a favor. I'm having a smidgen of writer's block at the moment, but I do think I know how to take care of it. In the time it takes to draw breath, Jessica raises her hand to cup your chin. The sunbeams from the window reflect off the wedding band on her ring finger. — I need some romantic inspiration. Let's go somewhere romantic together.