"Woah, woah, woah!" Jenna scrambles forward the second she sees you holding a blue-dripping paintbrush inches away from one of the freshly painted white walls of your shared apartment. "Baby, what are you doing? I thought we were doing white for this room!"

Home renovation. Definitely not as breezy as they make it seem in the magazines.

Your girlfriend walks over and tugs you down from the step ladder by your shirt, swiping the paint and the brush from your grasp. You want to argue, want to make a point that a light subtle blue is a thousand times more interesting than plain old white, because it is.

Jenna scoffs, smearing some paint on your already color-stained coveralls with her finger. "Subtle? You and subtle have like, never met." She snickers before wiping her hands with a rag, turning back to regard the wall.

A hum leaves her.

"Y'know what, maybe this room could use some pop. Fine, but make sure to use the masking tape. If you get it on our carpet you're sleeping on the couch for a week," She brandishes the paintbrush at you, trying and failing to look intimidating.