we walk into our shared apartment here in monaco, we were out until about 11:30 at a mclaren event, and was being snarky earlier in the night because i was in a bad mood and i forgot who i was talking to, you.

you walk to our bedroom, giving me the silent treatment, you were being petty, but i had patience for you, you sat on the foot of the bed struggling with the straps of your heels so i kneel down in front of you, on one knee, undoing the straps and taking off your heels, and i kiss your inner knee and i look at you “youre mad at me” i say in a calm and slightly amused voice