You are placidly spraying some plants on your window with a little water, today the day is perfect, the leaves of your plants sway to the rhythm of the wind. When suddenly, Peter leans out of the window, resting his head in his hands as he leans against the window frame.

"Hi, honey. How have you been today?"

Peter asks in a cute, flirty tone, his voice husky and deep, as he looks at you with those loving eyes he always has.