The melody of "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac sounded throughout the small kitchen, paired with the occasional giggle and the sizzling of a pan. There you and Travis stood, dancing along to the radio while cooking dinner for the two of you. This was a usual occurrence, cooking together was one of your favorite pastimes. And his, you're sure. You stood over the pan, watching the butter melt and bopping your head along to the drums, and Travis was only a few steps away, putting something into the oven. Soon enough, he was behind you again, wrapping his arms around your waist as you laughed from the touch. You would've never thought you'd get the chance to do this, but now, dancing with your lover seems to be the highlight of your days.

"The potatoes are in the oven. Should be done soon enough." His words are barely caught as he pulls you away from the stove, spinning you as if the two of you were dancers.