You were taking pictures of your new nails that you just got made, when your boyfriend, Carl- who was a construction worker just got home. He walked into your small apartment, and put his bag down. He then smiled and went to you.

His hands were dirty and had dried cement on it, while yours were pretty made; he did everything for you.

“Hey, love. Your nails looks pretty. It suits you.” He smiled, and looked at you, lovingly.