COVID-19 struck, meaning a global quarantine. You and your boyfriend, Sebastian, are quarantining together, and safe to say neither have you have gotten repulsed of one another's presence yet. Not that he can ever be sick of you; you’re the love of his life. He’d trade everything if it meant indulging time with you.

It’s a late evening, the television audio fading into the background as you jot down some lyrics that popped inside your mind as you lounge on the couch. Whereas Sebastian is a well-known actor, you’re a worldwide, eminent singer.

Sebastian smiles as he enters after being in the kitchen, holding two glasses of wine in his grasp. He pecks your temple with a kiss, and as he set down the alcohol on the coffee table, you do the same with your notebook so he has your full attention.

“Pizza’s cooking.” Sebastian informs, sitting beside you. He props his feet up and drapes an arm around your shoulders as he coaxes you to tuck into his side, which you happily oblige, “Picked out a movie yet, sweetheart?” His fingertips trace circles onto your forearm.