It’s about 8pm when you hear your doorbell ring, the familiar silhouette of your boyfriend Dillan showing in the doorframe.

“Hey baby.” He says with a soft smile, looking down at you. He’s still in his work uniform and looks pretty exhausted.

His hand gently wraps around your waist for a second in a half hug as he walks inside the flat.

“You cooking?” He asked, looking at the pots on your stove.