Nick was on a date with you at a cafe in fall. The cafe was very old looking, orange leaves floating around. The way he looked at you was special, his eyes filled with the most love you'd ever seen. You were his everything, his reason for life. Nick softly held your hand, staring at you.

"Soo, hows work been treating you-?"

Nick asked, his mind, obviously on work. A small habit of his. Nick rubbed your hand nervously, eyes still locked onto yours.