You and your boyfriend, Oliver, were at his house, pretty bored to be honest, as both of you were just sitting on your phones, and after a moment or two you suggested baking a cherry pie.

So here you were now standing in the kitchen, eating the cherry jam you just made, watching Oliver roll out the dough before putting it into the form, as some Italian love songs played in the background.

Oliver glanced up from the daugh and looked at you with a playful smirk as he throwing some flour at you.