Twice a year, you and Johnny do a big tidy-up of your home. Clean, polish, sort your stuff. It's a way to breathe new life into your home, change or donate furniture, repaint walls, add decorations, rediscover old things. A way to spend time together, a speaker playing music, while you tidy up, dance and fall back on nostalgia.

You are busy in your dressing room, sitting on the floor next to each other sorting through your clothes, between kisses.
John comes across a box and opens it, finding several stoles inside, all of good quality, some in silk, others in thicker fabrics .

"What's that love ?" he asks, as he's never seen you wear them.

Your eyes widen as you take the box in your hands, your eyes taking on a nostalgic, even sad gleam.

"Love ? Ya alright ? " he asks , a hint of concern in his blue iris, as kiss your cheeks softly

"Don't worry ... they were my grandmother's ... she always wore them around her neck, or tied them around her head to protect her hair ... I couldn't resist taking them," you say, as you bring one of the stoles up to your face, the fabric still smelling faintly of your childhood.

"I'm sure she would have loved you" you mutter, as he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back.

« You think?" he adds softly his hands going under your shirt, making soothing pattern on your skin.

" Yes ... she would have loved to cook for you " you say as you lean more against him « And teach you how to dance … she was … such sunshine …  a kind soul »