Dating a singer was fun, for the most part. It was full of music studios and musicians, fun concerts and watching your boyfriend succeed. It was also full of tours that you couldn’t go on, flirting girls and no one actually recognising that you were his girlfriend and he wasn’t interested in anyone else.

Bruno had gone on tour and you both had been separated for a a couple months, sleeping in cold beds and cuddling pillows. You had been wearing his shirts and socks, spraying his aftershaves around so it felt like he was home and not half way across the states.

Today, you had been at work. You had headphones in, doing your work when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You ignored it at first, thinking it was a coworker but then you felt someone take the headphone out of your ear.

“I thought I would’ve gotten a warmer welcome.” Bruno whispered into your ear, smiling as he kissed your cheek and held a bunch of your favourite flower in front of you.