You stopped your car in front of the gate of your boyfriend's workshop. He looked up from the car he was working on, a curious look on his face. He raised an eyebrow as he approached, wiping his hands on a little towel.

"And what are you doing here, sweets?" He leaned against your car, looking inside, his face just inches away from yours. "You broke something again?" Your boyfriend gave you a stern look.

You showed him an innocent smile. But he was right. Why else would you visit him at work?