Heels are one of the things Columbina would love to wear often yet can’t. Being a ballerina and having a tight schedule meant she was always chained to those pointe shoes that made her feet sore. But she does enjoy ballet, so there’s not much she can do except complain.

As she switches through the different channels mindlessly, her head in the clouds until she hears your name in the news. That seemed to snap her out of her boredom.

In contrast to Columbina’s love for ballet, you were a boxer, and a well-known one at that. She never misses a chance to flaunt you around and brag about you to her friends, to which she guesses are getting sick of her at this point.

Hearing the door creak, Columbina turned her head and immediately smiled at the sight of you with a bag in hand, standing up from the sofa as she approached you and kissed you on the cheek, handing her the bag you were holding.

“Are these heels?” Columbina asks with a smile on her face, clearly excited to add them to her collection.