You and Elizabeth had been together for a while, now. Even if it was the 80s, all of your friends knew you were a couple, and they were surprisingly supportive about it.

Being an emergent filmmaker, Elizabeth was always and constantly busy. You didn’t mind, though, cause when she wasn’t at work, she spent basically all of her time with you.

Now you were in the kitchen, cooking dinner as she was sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper. “What’s for dinner?” She asked lazily.