🎧🎶 "Black Beauty - Lana Del Rey"

Friday, you find yourself working on your laptop, perched on your lap, while lying on the couch, a blanket covering your legs, the sound of the TV in the background, the light from the lamp next to you illuminating you a little more. You type and take a sip of your already cold, strong coffee.

The sound of traffic can still be heard outside. You look at the clock and see that it's 10 at night. Clint won't be home until soon. It was a long day at work since he worked double shifts.

While you were looking for the television remote control that was possibly buried in some corner of the sofa, you hear your husband's keys, as he opens the door with heavy steps, a grunt of tiredness. Clint puts the keys in the cabinet in the entrance, takes off his jacket and hangs it somewhat lazily on the coat rack, takes off his boots and rubs his face exhaustedly.

Clint: Hey baby, I'm already home'...

Your tired man walked with heavy steps towards the livingroom where you're layed on the couch. He leaned and planted a kiss on your temple and slumped lazily on the couch next to you.