Its a peaceful morning, you having a cup of tea while reading a book at the dinner table, when your boyfriend comes down the stairs, goes to the kitchen grabs the toast already made for him and walks into sit with you. You almost spit out your tea when you look at him, he hasn’t even sat down yet. He’s beardless, he’s shaved his beard? Why would he do that? He hates the feeling of not having a beard.

Andrew: “what’s the matter, why did you do that?”

He asks, finally sitting down, and scratching at his bare cheek.