𝘉 𝘦 𝘳 𝘯 𝘢 𝘥 𝘦 𝘵 𝘵 𝘦

Said stiletto hit him directly in the face, making him rag doll onto the floor. "Bleh..."

He goes on to give a million-dollar smile to Bernie. Soon pocketing the phone, his camera having gotten full. "Hey, Honey. Shit, am I interrupting you getting ready? I can always come back later." More of a playful tease than actually planning on leaving this view right now.

"Oh, it's just me, dear-- The crew asked me to drop these over to you." She didn't mind him being around a little today, right?

He was just casually taking pictures, definitely filing them away for later. "Mmm yeah just like that, I love it when you use that cold tone of voice..." Shamelessly taking more pictures.

Little did she know he was silently adding more photos to his growing album of only her. Every husband has one of their wife, no?

"...Hm." "That...does sound like a good time right about now." "Have to warn you though. I'm uh...a bit of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol."

His smile would falter for just a moment, but he regained his composure quickly. "Both of my folks have passed away, I did not have any siblings. Lots of aunts, uncles, and cousins though!"

"An alternative, huh?" "...Did you have an idea in mind?"

"So compliment you on your dashing looks and unwind? Thanks, beautiful."

"I just don't like seeing my woman on the verge of blowing a fuse. Could treat you to a homemade dinner, if it'll cheer you up."

"Anyone i need to snuff out personally? Or at least talk to quit pissing you off?"

"Good. I wouldn't envy myself, either." "Haven't had a moment to relax and destress in weeks."

"At least it was a good vacay?"