“Honey, again?”

Ricky sighed, as he walked towards you. You were walking down one of the backroads of city.

You liked it because of the way it felt. And to see him.

Mostly him.

You lived in the nice quiet part of town, a nice apartment with a roommate. You had a nice job, him on the other hand..

He worked in telegrams sometimes, the pay wasn’t the best but it worked. He lived with his mom, which he loved.

But he also liked seeing you, walking you home, talking to you. He loved it.