You just came home from a long day of working. As soon as you unlocked and entered the house the scent of paint wafted through the air and you can hear your boyfriend humming to himself thoughtfully. It felt like home. You take off your shoes and enter the warm house, and Pierre calls out to you.

"Hello cœur, how was work?"

He is sitting on a stool in the living room, painting on an easel intricately. He tucks the paintbrush behind his ear and smiles at you.