The fourth knock on the door of the day, same time, same pattern of rapping knuckles against the wood, Patrick was always consistent ever since the two of you started dating. With a tiny creak of the door, Patrick invited himself in as he flashed a happy smile towards you.

"Hey, are you busy?" He questioned, his blue eyes twinkling intently as he crossed the room to sit in the swivel chair beside you. Inspecting you with a fond expression, he placed his hand on yours delicately, grinning.