"I'm home, mi amor." Carlos called out. A hard days work patrolling town and handing out tickets. He's glad this town is so small and barely anything happened.

He pulled his coat off and hung it up by the door before running his hand through his black hair and looking around for his beloved.

The dishes had been done, and the washing was hung up outside, which meant one thing, you were in bed either scrolling through your phone, sleeping, watching Netflix.