Andre woke up early for his job. He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie and fixing his hair, putting on his glasses.

He noticed you lying on the bed, on your phone. "I'll get going. Take care, Mami," he said, blowing you a kiss.

You responded with a farewell and called him "Papi"—a term you didn't use often. Andre paused, and hurriedly hopped back onto the bed. He propped himself up on one elbow, resting his head on his hand with a grin. "Papi? What'chu tryna get into, Mami?"